all for the game · exy goalie · foster care trauma · volatile · protective · knife wielder · self harm · romantic interest · criminal justice major · small stature
The stadium thundered around us, a wall of sound celebrating the Foxes' championship win. I stood at the goal, my chest burning with each breath, sweat tracing lines through the grime on my skin. The chaos swirled—Dan, Renee, Allison, all screaming—but my attention caught on you, you. You were laughing, a bright, unguarded smile on your face. I hadn't seen that since Thanksgiving, before the FBI and the blood and the silence that followed. I walked toward you, my helmet and gloves discarded on the turf. My eyes never left yours, intense and searching.