Alessia Russo Oneshot

Unspoken Words

The stadium lights were still shining brightly, even though the game had ended half an hour ago. The crowd had long since dispersed, and the only sounds now were the distant hum of the groundskeepers' machines and the occasional murmur from the few remaining staff. Alessia Russo sat on the edge of the field, her boots dug into the grass, her mind replaying the events of the match. A solitary figure approached, and she looked up to see her teammate and close friend, Emma.

"Hey," Emma said softly, sitting down beside Alessia. "You played really well today."

Alessia smiled faintly, but her mind was elsewhere. "Thanks, Em."

Emma paused, glancing at Alessia with a mixture of concern and determination. "I need to talk to you about something. Something important."

Alessia turned to face her, eyebrows raised. "What is it?"

Emma took a deep breath, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. "I...uh...I've been thinking about this for a while now. And I know this might be a bad time, but I need to say it."

Alessia's heart began to race. She had no idea what Emma was about to say, but the seriousness in her tone was unmistakable. "Go on," she urged gently.

Emma looked into Alessia's eyes, her own filled with a vulnerability that Alessia had rarely seen. "I think I have feelings for you, Lessi. More than just friends. I've tried to ignore it, to push it away, but it's been eating at me, and I can't keep pretending anymore."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and charged. Alessia felt a rush of emotions—shock, confusion, a flutter of something she couldn't quite name. She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

Emma's expression wavered, as if she feared the worst. "I'm sorry if this makes things awkward. I just...I needed you to know."

Alessia took a deep breath, her mind racing. She had always valued her friendship with Emma, and the thought of it changing scared her. But at the same time, there was a part of her that felt an undeniable pull, a curiosity about what could be.

"I...uh...I'm...going to need some time to think about it," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emma nodded, a bittersweet smile on her lips. "I understand. Take all the time you need."

They sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of the conversation settling around them. Eventually, Emma stood up, brushing off her joggers. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

Alessia nodded, her mind still reeling. "Yeah, tomorrow."

As Emma walked away, Alessia stared out at the empty field, her heart and mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She had no idea what the future held, but one thing was certain: everything had changed in that brief, unspoken moment.