Unexpectedly yours

A Game Of Hearts

I woke up with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The day of Kenan’s big game was finally here, and it felt like a whirlwind of emotions. I pulled back the curtains, letting the morning light flood into my room. The city was bustling, but my mind was focused on the match later.

I’d spent the night tossing and turning, my thoughts racing over every detail. It wasn’t just any game—it was a critical one for Juventus, and Kenan was a key player. I had promised him I’d be there, and I intended to keep that promise. My heart pounded as I imagined him on the field, the weight of expectations on his shoulders.

After a quick breakfast, I decided to wear something supportive but casual—no need to overdo it, but I wanted to look nice. I settled on a Juventus jersey I’d borrowed from Kenan, paired with jeans and sneakers. As I adjusted the jersey, I felt a strange comfort in wearing it. It was a symbol of our unexpected friendship, and today, I hoped it would bring a bit of luck.

The stadium was buzzing with energy when I arrived. I met up with a few of Kenan’s friends and teammates, who were just as excited as I was. Can and Arda were already there, chatting animatedly about the game. It was clear they had high hopes for Kenan’s performance.

I found my seat in the stands, taking a deep breath as the players began to warm up on the field. I could see Kenan among them, his focus intense as he prepared for the match. There was something captivating about the way he carried himself, a blend of determination and confidence.

As the game began, the tension was palpable. Every pass, every tackle felt magnified. I found myself clenching the edge of my seat, cheering for every move Kenan made. There were moments when he looked to the stands, and though he didn’t seem to spot me, I couldn’t help but feel a connection.

The first half of the game was intense, with both teams fighting hard. Kenan was in his element, his skills on full display. I was proud, watching him excel despite the pressure. My heart swelled with every successful play he made.

During halftime, I grabbed a drink and tried to calm my racing thoughts. I bumped into Can and Arda again, who were buzzing with anticipation. They kept me company and filled me in on the game’s strategy, making me feel even more immersed in the experience.

When the second half started, the atmosphere was electric. Kenan seemed even more focused, his movements precise and purposeful. The match reached its climax with a dramatic goal from Juventus. I saw Kenan sprinting towards the corner flag, his teammates swarming him in celebration. The stadium erupted in cheers, and I found myself joining in, my voice lost among the crowd’s roar.

As the final whistle blew and the game concluded with a victory for Juventus, I felt a rush of relief and exhilaration. I managed to catch Kenan’s eye as he left the field, and though he was exhausted, he smiled when he saw me. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world.

I waited by the player’s entrance, nerves fluttering in my stomach. When Kenan finally appeared, his face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy. “You made it,” he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” I replied, smiling up at him. “You were incredible out there.”

He looked pleased, his usual reserved demeanor softened by the adrenaline of the game. “Thanks. It means a lot to me that you came.”

As we walked together, the world seemed to blur around us. The intensity of the day had brought us closer, and in that moment, I realized how much this unexpected journey with Kenan had changed me. We were no longer just two people pretending for a story—we had become something more.

The night ended with a celebration, and as I looked around at the happy faces of Kenan’s friends and teammates, I felt a deep sense of belonging. This was just the beginning of a new chapter, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next.