Astrid Taylor's dream was to one day play for Arsenal, but that was a long way away. First she had to start her footballing journey which would hopefully lead to that moment. A forward and striker with a strong kick, she might get there fast, but cr...
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A/N; Hey, sorry this took me so long to update. Had a bit of writers block after the last chapter and I have been so exhausted from work all the time I haven't wanted to write, bit I just smashed this out in like 6 hours so I'm happy with myself. I think I've come out of the slump so updates should come more regularly now (hopefully). But I hope you enjoy. :)
The next two weeks were a bit of a bit of a blur to Astrid. Everything happened so quickly and she wasn't sure she was processing any of it.
The night of the accident she stayed at camp with the girls as she waited for a car to take her home the next morning. She went back into a state of shock after she told the girls, immediately making them concerned with her lack of emotion but unsure of how to help her. The morning she left, an announcement was made on the Matildas socials to let everyone know Astrid was leaving camp early for personal reasons and that was that, she was gone from camp.
While she was being driven home her phone was blowing up with messages and comments of concern by friends and fans but she couldn't look at them, deleting her apps all together and turning away from her phone as she watched the sights of Sydney pass by and enter the central coast.
4 days later, the Cup of Nations ended with a win to Australia which the girls celebrated but couldn't help feeling like a big part of their team was missing, because it was. The other three counterparts of the Sweden squad were missing their youngest member the most, sending her texts of love and support but nothing had yet to be reciprocated.
Astrid spent quite a few weeks back home, staying with her grandparents as she couldn't bear living in her home without them there. The funeral was small but beautiful, close family and friends coming to pay their respects as Astrid stood beside their photos and watched the event pass by. She was breaking down inside everyday, staying frozen on the outside, unable to process what was really going on and shutting herself off from it all. She laid in bed for most of the day, her grandparents bringing her food and checking on her but she didn't seem to move much in the hours they left her alone in between.
Kyra returned to their shared Swedish apartment in time to get back to training after the international window, but what didn't return was the childish nature she always had when Astrid was around, she was almost silent.
Of course the club was more than understanding of Astrid's situation, telling her to take her time and return when she was ready, but didn't expect to see her for quite a while. Neither did Kyra.
So when Kyra heard the lock jiggle on the front door the night after her first game back, her immediate thought was that someone was trying to break in, jumping off the couch and reaching for something to protect herself with. She stood with a floor lamp in her hands, looking down the hallway as she watched the door swing open. The lamp was placed down as a familiar head of hair was turned down to the floor.
Astrid dragged her bags through the door, still unaware that Kyra was standing in the hallway until she closed the door and turned around. Her eyes locked with Kyra's and she felt a weight lifted off her chest. Silently she dropped her bags and began walking down the hallway, making her way to Kyra and practically jumping onto her with a deep inhale.
