return ; m.reus [✓]

twenty

MARCO

The field is empty and somehow haunting. The eerie feeling it has fills my skin with goosebumps. I don't know why though, I've been on a empty field at 11pm before.

I stare at the goal and then the ball under my foot and with narrowed eyes, I take few steps back and kick the ball as hard as I can.

I've done it millons of times but this time the feeling it gives me is different.

I kick the ball over and over again until sweat drips down from my forehead. I feel free. With every hard kick, I feel even better.

It almost feels as if I kick away everything I've been holding inside me during the past months.

All the frustration seems to slowly fade away and the calm feeling begins to take over.

The empty field suddenly feels like my safe haven. Now I start to remember why I even started football, now I remember how it used to make me feel.

Eline helped me to remember, in the end I can only thank her. I really wish she was here.

This is where I truly belong and I've been stupid enough to ignore the fact.

I forget what time is it as I take my phone and call the coach.

When he finally answers I blurt out the words firmly, with confidence. "Make room for me tomorrow at practice. I'm ready to return back."