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Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers (kind of) shitty fiance(mentioned) cheating(past)
Love, a reaction, a fealing that will appear in all sorts of situations,' when a mother holds her child for the first time, when you feel the undying support from your friends and family. The love from your grandmother as she gives you a sweet you were not allowed to have from your mother. The love shared between a brother and/or sister, the love shared between a pet and its owner.
You could name all sorts of love, but what most people think by hearing the word, was a love you did not believe in anymore, it was the kind of love shared between two and sometimes more persons, it was not like the love shared between a mother and her child, more like a person you were supposed to find your home in, that you felt homesick when staying apart for to long, when being with them and being comfortable, a support, a lifeline, your bestfriend but just a little different, the person you would go one and live the rest of your life together with them, grow old with them loving them until your very last breath.
Yet you did not believe in this so called love, in fact after the betrayel from your former fiance, you were not even sure you wanted to continue living, it may sound dramatic, but everytime you saw her, it was like a bandaid being ripped off from an open wound in your heart. A place that once had been reserved for the love the both of you shared. That place in your heart growing dry and cold with each painfully slow beat.
That was when you knew it could not go further like this, you needed to change this mess you were in so you switched clubs, even going as far to move to another country to play for the top club barcelona. You would not have to face her anymore at a club- level and the warm spanish sun seemed to help against your heartbreak, instead making yourself a promise to not let anyone get in that part of your heart ever again.
Everything had been going rather well, having enough distraction from the new playing style, the new team, building new friendships or rebuilding old one's with some of the girls you had played with in the past.
Your new closest friend cirkel existing out of esmee, fridolina and aitana, not that you were not close with the others, you just were the closest with them. However you seemed to have caused to not be on such good terms with two of the team members, ingrid engen and mapi leon. You had formed a good enough bond to play with each other on the pitch, but off the pitch, the three of you preffered to go your own ways and stay clear of each other, preferably as far away as each other as possible.
Why? You might ask. Well you were no saint in this story. You found yourself echanted by them, the way mapi smiled, her jokes, she was funny, kind attractive, friendly. Ingrid was a little more introvert, but almost shared the same things with mapi, she was also funny, kind but most of all drop dead gorgeous.
But for some reason, they made you feel alone, a part of you yearning to be with them and that part scared you, because it was the same part that you had vowed, would not be taken by a single soul again. So to prevent them from getting close to you, you just ignored them or gave them the cold shoulder.
This seemed to upset them and somehow it caused the aching in your heart to grow, so you tried to do what you always did: ignore and burry your problems so deep that they just became numb or non- existing. This solution was going well, until one day.
You had woken up late, your head aching and your whole body just feeling sweaty and sticky, you needed to skip breakfeast in order to arrive in training on time, but your head seemed to be so filled with fever that you forgot everything and still arrived late, once there you got scolded by alexia and the coaches and you had to run your extra laps, which made you feel even worse then before.
