falling apart. | kylian mbappe

8.

It has been almost a month since the last time I saw Kylian.

throwback.

"Get out," I tell him the calmest way possible. He tries to talk to me but I ignore him. Didn't he say to me that I shouldn't care about the rest? So hypocrite. 

I walk to my front door and open it. Kylian gets change and leaves my house with his gaze on the ground. I close the door and go back to my bed. I lay down and try to sleep, but a few silent tears leave my eyes before I can peacefully sleep.

end.

After that, he tried to invite me to watch the Germany-France game but I didn't answer his calls, messages or him at my front door. My sister also went back to New York so now I'm completely alone. I've never been a really social person, friends come and go.

College is going well, two more years and I'm done with it. I finally got a part-time job because I hate using my parent's money to survive, tho they insist on helping me which I'm really grateful.

 I work at a marketing company, today I have to go to the stadium to prepare everything, for the second game France-Germany, for the fans. I have to put blue, white and red fabrics so they can lift it up during the anthem and make the flag. I also have to prepare the locker rooms for the German team so they feel at 'home'.

I get dressed and leave my apartment. People have calmed down now with our 'dating' thing because we never saw each other again, I'm thankful for that now I'm back at being normal.

"Good evening!" I salute my co-workers. "Where do I start?" I ask taking a seat already inside the stadium. 

"I need you America with Joe and Alysson to place the blue fabric on the left side of the stadium when you finish come back here for the next job." Our boss orders and I pick my bag full of white cloth and go to my side with the rest.

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After walking up and down and finally completing my job of putting a white cloth on every single sit, people are already getting inside the venue so I tried to work as fast as I could. I reunite with my boss.

"You're done America?" He asks and I nod. "Well the German team is about to come so please go to the German locker room, it has been decorated by other workers but I didn't have time to review it. Here is a picture of how we want it. Take a look if something is missing and if things are put in the same way as the picture." He lends me a picture of the design.

"Okay. Where I go next?" I question.

"Go to the VIP Lounge, I'll be there waiting for you." He says and I nod once again walking to the locker room.

I find it and get inside it. I take a look at the picture to check and things are fine. I check that the names and shirts are all fine but I notice that one is missing. I quickly search all over the room for it, I grab my phone and call my boss.

"Sir, sorry to bother you. One shirt is missing." I say desperate.

"What do you mean?" He asks confused.

"Like every jersey is placed on each player's locker but there is one player that hasn't have one." I try to explain.

"Oh my god! Go to the deposit and look for it!" He demands I cut the call and I open notes on my phone and write down the last name of the player because it's a weird one. 

I hear people walking and talking and I rapidly walk off the room, thank god they have to train first in their training kit. I make my way towards the deposit room and look at the box where the shirts came. After 15 minutes I still can't find it, I've looked for it in different boxes but it's not here. Frustrated I call my boss but he doesn't pick up. Ok America, you need to handle this all by yourself.