slut - Alexia Putellas

50.

good evening.

chapter 50 already. insane.

i won't bore you with my words. i'm sure you're eager to hear what Alexia has to say... so here we go!

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A flicker of hope ignited within Alexia's chest as she approached Erin's bedside.

The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of medical equipment providing a steady backdrop to the quiet tension in the air. The athlete carefully reached out, her hands trembling slightly as she cradled Erin's pale, ice-cold hand in hers.

Alexia's heart ached as she noticed the needle inserted into the back of her hand, delivering painkillers.

The sight of Erin's fingers, marked with traces of red and blue from the intravenous line and remnants of blood, was a stark reminder of the ordeal the therapist had endured.

Alexia's gaze slowly traveled up the blonde's arm, tracing the thin tubes and wires that connected her to monitors, measuring her vital signs with relentless precision, while the steady beep of the heart monitor provided a fragile reassurance.

A reassurance that Erin was stable.

That Erin wasn't dead.

The hospital bed seemed to swallow the blonde's frail form, her breathing shallow and labored as the captain leaned closer, her lips quivering with unspoken words, hazel eyes brimming with tears.

"Do you remember when we talked about love?" Alexia began softly, her voice trembling slightly. "About whether you've ever been in love?"

The therapist's gaze flickered, her features tightening imperceptibly.

She remained silent, waiting for the athlete to continue - not like she could go somewhere anyways.

"I asked you about it back then because," Alexia continued, her words coming out in a rush. "Because I was... because I was starting to realize that maybe I was falling in love with you."

Erin's expression remained cold and unreadable, her eyes searching Alexia's face for any hint of vulnerability.

"You know how much football has always meant to me," Alexia went on, her voice choked, wavering with emotion. "It's always been everything. It's always been my whole world, my dedication. Football has been my first and only love. I never considered anything else. I never imagined anything could compare."

The blonde nodded slowly, her silence urging Alexia to continue.

"But you said something to me," the midfielder said, her voice cracking as the tears spilled over once more. "You said that maybe it's time for a change. That I should allow change, despite being scared."

Change.

Erin's eyes softened slightly, a flicker of recognition crossing her face.

"And yet, despite it all," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, choked with emotion, "despite this injury, despite not being able to play football... I've never felt more complete. I've never been happier in my life. Because you're here with me, Bonita."

She couldn't hold back the emotions any longer. Tears spilled down her cheeks unchecked as she grasped the blonde's cold hand, holding it tightly.

"I love you."

Alexia's whisper was hoarse but desperate, her voice cracking with raw emotion.

"I never knew love until I met you. You've changed me in ways I never thought possible. My thoughts are consumed by you, and having someone by my side feels so right with you here. Marriage used to be far from my mind, but now all I can dream of is making you my wife someday. Children were never part of my plans, yet now I can only envision you as the mother of my future family. Erin, I want to create a life with you. Please, let me prove to you how deeply you've changed me."