I always wanted you: wonze story

Chapter 1: introduction

The taste of defeat was bitter and choking, and Lucy felt it acutely. This was the World Cup final, a stage she had dreamed of since her childhood, and now it was slipping away. The crowd's roars of "España" only deepened her despair. She had given her all on that pitch, but sometimes, no matter how hard you fought, victory remained elusive.

Lucy's shoulders shook with the weight of her emotions, and her sobs, though stifled, echoed in the hollow chamber of her own heart. Her dreams of lifting the coveted trophy, of being a World Cup champion, were crushed, and the pain was unbearable. She could hardly breathe beneath the weight of her despair.

As the Spanish celebration continued in a flurry of confetti and fireworks, the bench where Lucy sat remained a lonely island of melancholy. But then, a familiar presence settled beside her. Kiera Walsh, her closest friend and teammate, had noticed Lucy's distress.

Kiera didn't say a word at first. She simply wrapped her arm around Lucy's trembling shoulders, offering a comforting, reassuring presence. Lucy's cries didn't cease, but the warmth of Kiera's touch provided a lifeline in the sea of sorrow.

Leaning closer, Kiera whispered softly into Lucy's ear, her words barely audible over the distant cheers of the Spanish team. "Lucy, it's okay. We fought so hard, and you were incredible out there. This isn't the end, you know. We'll come back stronger."

Lucy turned her tear-streaked face to look at Kiera. Her red, swollen eyes met Kiera's empathetic gaze. "Kiera, it hurts so much. I thought... I thought we had it this time. It might be my last World Cup, and I couldn't do it."

Kiera nodded, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know, Lucy. We all wanted this so badly. But you're not alone in this. We're a team, on and off the field. You've given your heart to this game, and it won't be your last chance. We'll go through it together, every high and low."

Lucy's sobs began to ebb, and she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. Kiera's presence, her words of encouragement, and the shared understanding of the immense burden they carried lightened the darkness that had settled around Lucy's heart.

As the celebrations of the victorious Spanish team continued, Lucy and Kiera sat on that bench, finding solace in each other's company. In that moment, they shared not only the heartbreak of defeat but also a bond that ran deeper than friendship, leaving unspoken the emotions that had been brewing beneath the surface for far too long.