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Basti was in the locker room, getting ready to go out for training. Thomas was sat on the bench next to him, going on about how much he liked Lisa and horses. Philipp was close by, going over some crucial defensive points they needed to work on. Basti was only half listening to the conversation. He thought Philipp's need to plan every moment of everything to be unnecessary, but then again, there was a reason why he'd been chosen captain. He had the ability to lead.
He was just about to shut his locker, his hand went to touch the cool metal door, when a member of the coaching staff walked into the room searching for him. He held a white envelope in his hand, curious eyes wondering what it was about. "Hey Bastian," The middle-aged man said, "You got a letter from some kind of charity foundation."
"Hm," The Bavarian footballer hummed. "What's that about?"
He didn't remember signing up to any newsletters or donating money to charity in the most recent weeks. The last time he had done something to give back was when he did the ice bucket challenge and donated money to help find a cure for ALS. That had been in the summer when he returned home after the world cup victory. As he looked at the address marked on the envelope, he wondered why they hadn't just sent the letter to his house. When the member of the coaching staff replied with a shrug the the question asked and handed them the envelope, Bastian was surprised to find the letter had travelled all the way from the United States.
Bastian certainly didn't remember donating money to an organization in America.
Thomas' sea green eyes casually peered to the side while he tied the laces on his cletes, trying to catch a small glimpse of the strange letter to his team mate. Bastian tore the letter open and his eyes scanned over the paper when he unfolded it. "Dear Bastian Schweinsteiger..." He read, slightly aloud.
At that, his team mate scoffed with a laugh, "No Mr. Schweinsteiger? I don't blame them, you don't look much like a sir."
"Ahh, Thomas." Bastian shot him a playful glare and continued reading. "...Primrose Bennett. Dying wish. Its from the Wishing Star Foundation in the United States." Letting out a shakey breath, he informed his confused friend, "Apparently, its this girl's dying wish to meet me and they want me to contact them as soon as possible if I want to help grant this wish."
"Wow," Thomas frowned. "Poor girl."
"Yeah." Bastian agreed.
"So..." Wondered the young man with sea green eyes, "Are you going to do it?"
The blonde footballer bit his lip hard. "Her dying wish is to meet me...As grim as it might seem, I feel a bit honored. I think I'll do it. I'm going to call the foundation and have them arrange everything."
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He pushed the front door to his apartment open and let his training bag slip off his shoulder. From one of the pockets in his bag slipped out the folded sheet of paper he had recieved earlier that day.
Bastian knelt down to pick it up and opened it as though it were the first time. His eyes scanned over the sheet of paper with the request typed out neatly. At the bottom was the foundation's telephone number and he thought about the girl that wanted to meet him.
The footballer wondered how she might be, what kind of person she was.
He was then filled with nothing but pity towards her. If she was a fan of his, then she had to be no older than thirty, and that was much too young to perish at the hands of a terminal illness.
Whipping his cellphone out of his jacket pocket, he unlocked it, deciding to make the call. His thumb clicked on the numbers on the letter, and he clicked send, bringing the phone to his ear as he waited for someone to pick up. Though he thought there might be no answer because of the time differences.
He wasn't mistaken and was directed to the foundation's voice mail. When he was instructed to leave a message after the beep, he almost wanted to hang up and call another day. But he wasn't sure how much more time Primrose Bennett had left, and if she didn't have long, he wanted to make her last days the happiest he could manage. In his mind, he was already planning things they could do together. Bastian wondered if she would even have the energy to do things. Or what were things she was allowed to do?
The beep snapped him out of his thoughts and he began awkwardly in english, "Uh...hello, this is Bastian Schweinsteiger. I...receieved a letter this morning from your foundation about a young girl, Primrose Bennett and she wants to meet me...?" Bastian paused for a moment. He had never done something like this before and the whole thing just seemed bizarre. "I just called to accept her request. You can call me at this number so that we can agree on everything. Yeah...bye." A sigh escaped his lips when he pulled his cellphone away from his ear and hung up.
Bastian was prepared to show Primrose Bennett the time of her life.
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sorry guys.
i begin by apologizing because i was meant to post this on sunday. i am not thirty eight minutes away from wednesday, but i believe i have a very good excuse. i've been really sick all weekend and even walking was painful on sunday. i think i have the flu. haha.
anyway, i'm starting to feel a tiny bit better, now that i've been sick for four days. thank you all so much for reading and supporting brandy and i, we truly appreciate it. and i don't want to make this note too long so i'd just like to wish you all a good night ^.^
i love youuu.
-clary xx
