Just another cliche love story || football one shots

Wait for me to come home- Erik Durm

'Em! Wait for me to come home, ok?' - He told me while I was leaving the stadium. It had been an special occassion seeing him after a match, but I was so glad he had scored a goal that I had to congratulate him.

'Sure, I'm heading for my house now, send me a text, ok?' I let him know. I needed to take a shower and change my clothes, the euphory felt in the match had left me a little bit sweaty.

I entered in the car and waited some time until the crazy fans that wanted to go out of there first made their way. It was a sunny Sunday, althought the cold really got to your bones. I turned on the car and I left, keeping patience with me.

The road was packed. There was a big traffic jam in order to a car accident a few miles ahead. I was beggining to gey angry, I wanted to go to my house. I wanted to dress up myself and I wanted to go to Erik's house.

How long had passed since I last kissed him? One week, I think? Eternity for sure. I needed to sit on the floor with him and play Monopoly, until tiredness hit us and we see ourselves forced to go to bed. And well, it seemed like the bed always had some energy bars hidden for us... but that's not the point.

One hour had gone by and the traffic didn't move. I was stuck in the middle of the motorway. Fed up with the nostalgic and cursi music that was on the radio, I started to pay attention to other drivers's conversations.

'It is confirmed to be a girl the one in the car' - said one tall man with black beard.

'Oh.. is she alive?' - A woman with long hair asked.

'I don't think so... I would rather not know, though'

'Sure, what a pity'

The commentaries were weird, I had to admit. However, I couldn't listen to anything anymore because the Media took part in the place, and the noise was deafening. Cameras, security agents and journalists driving theirselves crazy to get further information.

At that point, I was mad.

I couldn't move foward. And Erik hadn't sent me any message. Nor my family, in fact. I mean, I was old enough to take care of myself and all that stuff, but... somethin like 'Honey, how are you doing with the traffic jam?' or 'Sweetheart, come home, you can take a shower here' .

Maybe I was being too exaggerated, but it felt like I had disappeared from the world.

Anyways, it seemed like God had heard my prays, because a minute later, I started to move. It was strange, though. I didn't remember having my shoes taken off. And I didn't have a clue of how the car turned on itself.

All I remembered in that moment is that I saw Erik being held by some policemen, shouting and crying. Lying on the floor was a female figure, half-covered by a black piece of nylon.

I admired the view petrified. I tried to shout, but no-one listened to me.

'ERIK! ERIK! TURN AROUND! I'M HERE! ERIK TAKE MY HAND' I told him as I tried to stay by his side. However, I couldn't. I kept on moving, with no knowledge of how to stop.

It was time to face the truth, then.

'I love you' I said, while Erik turned around with a surprised expression in his face.

'Me too' he whispered without knowing why.

And in that moment, as a policeman zipped up the bag where my body was, everything turned black.