To live so young and careless
my wish is that I cared less
at twenty-three
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A few weeks later I fluttered my eyes open, the Spanish sun tickling my face.
„You're awake.", Ona smiled when I looked at her, standing in the doorframe. I sat up when she came up to me. „Ready for training?"
It turned out that Ona actually didn't hate me. Quite the opposite actually. I had found my place At Barça, staying with Ona for a while to figure some things out. But everything went quite well. I had a spot in their defense for the first half of the season, after that I'd probably go up to the front again. Though only if I felt comfortable. It seemed to slowly fall into place. And I was happy.
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Hi guys, weird ending, I know. The last time I actually wrote this book was almost a year ago and I'd lie if I say it's still fun. My football obsession ended eventually lol, but I'm beyond thankful for the experience of writing this story.
If I would've continued the way I planned there probably would've been a hundred chapters, and that's quite unrealistic.
Ona is endgame. I wrote some chapters before I stopped, about their first kiss and stuff. It's probably quite shit, but I will upload it as some kind of one shots. I hope you're not disappointed or mad, but after a year of not writing and leaving the story open, I decided on at least telling you.
Love you guys,
love, Helena
<3
ona: 'where are you??'
me: 'I'm going home'
ona: 'what?'
ona: 'what do you mean?'
I couldn't think straight. Everything was spinning. I felt my body shaking, the tears streaming down my cheeks.
ona: 'Aurelia'
ona: 'be honest'
ona: 'how are you getting home?'
ona: 'you can't do that'
All I wanted was to be far, far away from this place.
me: 'don't worry, I'll get home'
ona: 'but how?'
me: 'I don't know, somehow'
ona: 'are you walking??'
me: 'probably not'
me: 'I won't sleep at home anyway'
I brain was screaming. I was wandering through the streets of Barcelona and the last thing I could think of was sleeping.
ona: 'aurelia'
ona: 'where are you??'
ona: 'I'm worried about you'
me: 'I'm fine'
ona: 'I don't believe you'
ona: 'send me your location'
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FanfictionI was so lucky, so successful. Footballers always seemed to be that perfect role model, the people kids looked up to. But every single one of them had and has their own battles to fight and their own experiences to make. Love, adrenaline or passion...
