﹒ 𑣲 𓏼 𝖧𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂 ⌣ .

He was sitting on the ground, his gaze fixed on that scar on his right knee, remembering how that crack echoed through the stadium, his whole world came crashing down in that instant.
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“Hyoma, let’s eat!”

You called him from the kitchen, but he didn't react right away. "I'm coming..."

He answered, but he couldn't move. Noticing he was taking too long, you went to check on him. When you reached the room and saw him like that, you approached him. "Hyoma... What's wrong?"

You said with a worried tone, crouching down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of support. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to play again… For now I can continue, of course, but one wrong step and my career is over. I’m afraid the talent will fade, and I’ll have to leave my dream behind…” He said, almost crying.
“That’s not going to happen, I know you’ll stay the same and even better.”

He couldn't hold it in any longer and began to cry. Years of effort, he dreamed of being the best, but he feared he wouldn't achieve it because of his injury. He was trembling, and without thinking, you hugged him.

“I’m terrified of going back, just as I am of not going back…” she said between sobs, her voice trembling.

“If I don’t manage to return, everything will have been in vain, all these years of effort, everything will cease to be a goal, it will become a mere dream…”
He said, clinging to you with all his might, seeking your warmth.

You gently stroked his cheek; he loved it when you did that. It calmed him. “Your talent is still there, I see it every day, in your training, when you run, when you unconsciously move your feet as if you were dribbling…”

That night, he couldn't sleep; he just stared at the ceiling. You were beside him, breathing calmly, your hand resting on his chest.