I Told The Stars About You

19. A Storm Of Emotions

Omniscient Narrator:

The soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated Alex's room, casting ethereal shadows that danced on the walls like ghosts of what might have been. Alex and Chiara lay together, their fingers intertwined, cocooned in an intimate silence. The room was filled with the lingering scent of Chiara's perfume, a fragrant concoction of lavender and vanilla that had now become bittersweet.
Alex's heart thudded in her chest as she finally found the courage to break the stillness. Her voice trembled.
"Chiara, I've been thinking... Could there be more for us than just this?"
Chiara shifted uncomfortably, her fingers slowly disentangling from Alex's grasp. Her gaze drifted upwards, avoiding the hopeful desperation in Alex's eyes. A heavy pause hung in the air before Chiara replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, Alex, that's cute. But, no. I don't see us becoming anything more."
Alex's heart sank like an anchor into the depths of her chest. Confusion, disappointment, and hurt rippled across her face.
"But, Chiara, we've been so close lately. All those cuddles, kisses... It seemed like you wanted something more."
Chiara's frustration simmered, her tone turning icy. "Close? Alex, you're reading too much into it. Just because I let loose and had some fun with you doesn't mean I want a relationship. Honestly, it's not my fault nobody wants to be with you."
Alex flinched, as if slapped by Chiara's cruel words. Tears welled in her eyes, and a lump formed in her throat. She hadn't expected Chiara to be so heartless. "Chiara, how can you say that? That's so unfair..."
Chiara's words hung in the air, a thick, unspoken tension choking the room. She pushed herself up, her feet finding the floor as she glared down at Alex. "Your neediness is exhausting, Alex. I'm done." With that, she stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her.
Alone in the dimly lit room, tears streamed down Alex's cheeks. Her heart felt like it had been crushed under the weight of Chiara's indifference. The room, once a sanctuary of warmth, now seemed to mock her with its emptiness. Alex was left to pick up the shattered pieces of her heart, realizing that she had been nothing more than a distraction for Chiara, and that the world she had built in her mind had crumbled into dust.
Then, she thought, did she love Chiara? Or did she just like the feeling of being loved? Did she have love for Chiara? Did she even know what love was?
Of course she knew what love was. Love was Leah. The girl, that managed her to forget about everything, and get addicted to her presence with one single kiss. She made her feel things she never felt, indescribable things.
Then, why did she 'love' Chiara? She didn't. She just missed the feeling of being loved. She missed Leah.
Why though? She was supposed to be heartbroken, and she was. But she wasn't angry at Leah, she couldn't.

Alex's phone started making a loud beep noise, she loved that sound, it meant that it was a new day, a new beginning, a new journey. At the moment, she felt like staying in bed all day, drowning her pillow with her tears, but she couldn't do that.
With determination etched across her face, Alex got out of bed, her mind resolute. She knew that she had to push through the anguish. Her reflection in the mirror showed a well-built woman, her physique a testament to the countless hours of training she'd poured into her career. Toned abs and sculpted biceps were her armor against the world, a physical manifestation of her strength.
As she dressed in her Arsenal training gear, she couldn't help but reflect on the emotional rollercoaster of the past week. The pain from Chiara's rejection still lingered, but in the solitude of her thoughts, Alex began to unravel the truth. She didn't love Chiara; she had been in love with the idea of being loved, of finding solace in someone's arms. It was Leah who held her heart, a girl who had left her shattered just a week ago after a kiss that meant nothing to her.
Arriving at the training facilities, Alex's footsteps echoed in the empty corridors. The gym was her refuge, a place where she could channel her hurt and frustration into her workouts. With each set of weights lifted, each sprint on the treadmill, she exorcised the demons of her recent heartbreak.
As beads of sweat glistened on her brow, Alex's emotions became entangled in the rhythm of her exercises. The pain of betrayal gave way to newfound clarity. She realized that she had to focus on healing herself, on rebuilding her own love for life and football, rather than seeking it in the arms of others who couldn't reciprocate.
In the solitude of the gym, Alex found strength in her vulnerability. She knew she had a long journey ahead, one where she had to mend her heart and regain her self-worth. But for now, in the intensity of her workout, she found a semblance of peace, a respite from the storm of emotions that had raged within her.
Tears streamed down the girl's face as she started punching the boxing bag, each punch came with a groan and tears.
As Alex's workout intensified, the weight of her emotions grew heavier with each passing moment. Beads of sweat dripped from her furrowed brow, mingling with tears she hadn't even realized were streaming down her cheeks. She felt a storm raging within her, mirroring the tumultuous weather outside.
In the corner of her eye, beyond the glass wall that separated her from the training pitch, she glimpsed a world painted in shades of desolation. The once vibrant green of the football field was now a muted canvas, drenched by relentless rain that fell like her tears, as if the heavens themselves were mourning her heartbreak.
A flash of lightning split the dark, brooding sky, illuminating the training pitch. It was as if the gods were bearing witness to her anguish, each strike of lightning punctuating her pain. Thunder rumbled in response, an echoing chorus to her silent cries.
In a moment of frustration, Alex lost control. She lashed out, her foot connecting with her water bottle, sending it careening into the glass wall. The shattering crash mirrored the fragments of her heart, scattered and broken.
As she stared at the rain-smeared glass, the world outside blurred into a watery canvas of sorrow. The droplets on the glass mirrored her own tears, each raindrop a reflection of the emotional tempest that consumed her.
In this surreal moment, Alex found herself intertwined with the unforgiving landscape. The storm, the rain, and the lightning were an allegory for her own turmoil. She had lost control, much like the storm that raged both within her and outside.
Tears mixed with rain as Alex sank to her knees in the gym, the weight of her heartache too much to bear. It was a raw, poignant moment where the line between her inner world and the external landscape blurred, and she wept, not just for her lost love, but for the unrelenting storm that mirrored her shattered soul.
"Alex?" A voice Alex recognised too well sounded across the room.

Author's Note:

I think this is a very emotional chapter, it was hard writing it. Leave your vote and suggestions! Thanks to every single person that is giving support ;)