Story cover for The Beautiful Game by Via_Dez_Roy
The Beautiful Game
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    Time 25m
Ongoing, First published Jun 30, 2020
"I miss it. I miss the awful tan lines I get. I miss the horrible smell I give off after every practice. I miss the air biting my skin every time I'm forced to run. I miss the feeling of the ball between my feet. Most of all, I miss the clarity it gave to all my problems."

in which an injured soccer player learns that beauty is not only experienced in short, 90 minute chunks on a hole-poked land of grass, but rather on the field of life





Persistent updates to begin 2021, or whenever my main project, Facing Away (FA) is completed.

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"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................