I always wanted you: wonze story

Chapter 2: i got your back

After the World Cup final, Lucy and Kiera retreated to their hotel room, away from the revelry that continued outside. The room felt stifling, suffused with the remnants of defeat, and Lucy's knee throbbed with every heartbeat. She sat on the edge of the bed, tears welling up once again, unable to shake the pain of both her injury and the loss.

Kiera, ever the pillar of support, moved to Lucy's side. She knelt down, gently placing her hand on Lucy's trembling shoulder. "Lucy, let me take a look at your knee. We need to make sure it's not too bad."

Lucy nodded, her voice shaky as she said, "It just adds to the disappointment, Kiera. We were so close."

Kiera carefully lifted the hem of Lucy's shorts, revealing a swollen, bruised knee. "It's a tough break, no doubt," she admitted, "but you gave it your all out there. We all saw it. You're a warrior, Lucy."

Lucy winced as Kiera probed the injury, but she appreciated the concern. "I just wish I could have done more. This might be my last chance, and it slipped through my fingers."

Kiera took Lucy's hand in her own, her touch soothing. "Hey, don't talk like that. You're one of the best, and there will be more opportunities. We'll come back stronger, together."

Tears welled up in Lucy's eyes once more. "I know, Kiera, but it's just so hard right now."

Kiera leaned closer, her voice a gentle murmur. "I understand, Lucy. Sometimes, you have to let it out. Cry if you need to. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Lucy's tears flowed freely now, her sobs echoing in the dimly lit room. Kiera held her close, whispering soothing words into her ear. "Let it out, Lucy. You don't have to be strong all the time. I've got your back."

Their embrace was a sanctuary amidst the storm of emotions. The pain in Lucy's knee was eclipsed by the warmth of Kiera's presence and her unwavering support. In the stillness of that hotel room, they shared a moment that transcended words, a silent promise to face whatever lay ahead together.

As Lucy hobbled into the bathroom, her injured knee sending sharp jolts of pain with each step, the sound of the shower water running served as a muffled backdrop to her sorrow. She needed to wash away the sweat, the tears, and the physical strain of the World Cup final, but the emotional scars were harder to cleanse.

Kiera lay on the hotel bed, her thoughts consumed by Lucy and the desire to soothe her wounded spirit. She knew that Lucy needed time alone to collect herself, but the sound of her friend crying in the shower was a haunting reminder of their shared heartache.

The room felt empty without Lucy's presence. Kiera missed her like a piece of herself had been torn away. She wanted to be there for Lucy, to be the anchor that could pull her out of the depths of despair.

Kiera's mind raced as she considered what she could do to ease Lucy's pain. She recalled the countless times they had shared secrets and dreams, the late-night conversations filled with laughter and confessions. The unspoken tension between them, the feelings that lingered beneath the surface, were undeniable, but she knew this wasn't the time to address them.

As the minutes passed, Kiera couldn't ignore the heartache that resonated from the bathroom. She wished she could hold Lucy, reassure her that they would face the future together, that the pain of this loss would eventually heal.

Finally, the shower was turned off, and the bathroom door creaked open. Lucy emerged, her skin slightly pink from the hot water, her eyes red from crying. She limped back into the room, wrapped in a towel, and sat on the edge of the bed, her vulnerability on full display.

Kiera got up, her heart heavy with the weight of her own emotions and the burden of wanting to comfort Lucy. She sat beside her, offering a supportive presence, not yet sure what words could provide solace.

Lucy turned to Kiera, her voice trembling. "I can't believe it's over, Kiera. It hurts so much."

Kiera nodded, her own eyes brimming with empathy. "I know, Lucy. It's okay to feel this way. We'll get through it together."

Lucy leaned into Kiera, seeking the comfort she had longed for. Kiera wrapped her arms around her friend, offering a silent embrace that spoke of their deep connection and unspoken feelings. In that moment, they found solace in each other's arms, knowing that, no matter what lay ahead, they had each other to lean on.