Coloured Hearts (Finale)

It was Saturday, the training was grueling as usual, my goal keeping skills skyrocketed, I performed outstandingly in the previous group match that brought the team to the quarter-finals, so the coach stopped barking at me. There was three or so chances to see her, that was my main concern. I rushed to her place […]

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Coloured Hearts (Part 2)

BEEP. BEEP. BE… my hand conscientiously slammed the electric alarm clock by my bed. 05:30. I scrambled to my feet, stretched my body, not a single ray of light had penetrated into the dorm room at the wee hours. Monday, my brain signaled me. I sustained this discipline for months, waking up early, go for a run, to be fit […]

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