Willkommen in der Gang
Laura is like a war machine on the pitch, that's all Merle can say about her teammate. Watching her play from the goal can only remind her of how far the national team is ahead with players like her and Lea. It's not complicated to say that Laura will become one of the best players of her time, if no injury bothers her, and if she has the chance to play in prestigious competitions, the youngest could come and titillate the eternal top clubs. Merle doesn't know if she has too much hope for the young striker, but by watching her play after all these times, of training with her, of spending a few evenings with her head on her shoulder, she can only say that she has complete confidence in her.
Merle appreciates that her trust is shared, especially when Laura puts her arm around her waist to slide her nose down her neck, in a kind of strange hug that only Freigang has the secret. Merle will never really say what she thinks about their unspoken friendship, because she herself doesn't really know what she finds there, but it's unsettling. She doesn't want to get away from it, she prefers to hang on to it without ever whispering to Laura that she greatly appreciates her. It's strange, but she likes it.
The End
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