𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑺 | 𝐽𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑚

𝟏𝟑 - 𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏

𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝟏𝟓𝒕𝒉, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

MESS. The simplest and purest mess. Never in my entire life have I seen Juliana's room like this. She was an extremely organized person, I am organized, but not as organized as she is. Lia decided to clean out her closet, taking out a pile of clothes, shoes, hair stuff, books, it was like a bazaar. Most I put in a big bag and take home, the other things we take to some institution or orphanage.

She dropped another pile of clothes in my lap, and I started to select the ones I wanted.

— These two are especially for you. — she said, tossing me two Borussia shirts

I assumed they wouldn't fit her until I realized that they wouldn't be tight for another ten years. It was hard to hear her voice because she was practically swimming in the middle of the clothes.

— Why don't you want this shirt anymore? Don't you want to be my company when we go to watch my player's games? — I pouted, watching her face reveal itself in the closet.

— When you two weren't dating and I called you to the game, the first thing you did was complain. You said I looked like a bee in this shirt. — the brunette began to list on her fingers

— First of all, you did look like a little bee, only a pretty one. Secondly, you didn't answer my question.

— Flora, I love the art of soccer, but I never stopped to pick a specific team. My mother supports Borussia, my father supports a Korean team that I don't even remember the name of, my sister supports the team her boyfriend plays for. And now that I'm a photographer for City, I'll for sure cheer for them, they're the ones who give me money to pay my bills. — she winked and drowned herself in her clothes again

— Good justification.

I put the shirts in the big bag and let myself rest for a few seconds. I continued to sort through my clothes, dropping some of them on the floor, forming a pile, or maybe a mountain, about four feet long. We were in a comfortable silence, with only Taylor Swift's "Willow" playing, until the door opened with a desperate bang to reveal the blonde half panting. Her face had a mixture of desperation for having run, even though her room was across the hall. At the same time she was trying to contain a smile as she held a piece of paper in her hands. I think that in the middle of this little face reading I noticed her eyes filling
with tears.

— Good afternoon Juliana, good afternoon Flora, are you all right? — Juliana said in a cynical voice with only her head outside the closet — Are you going to tell me what paper this is or did you run half a marathon to stand there looking like an idiot at my bedroom door?

I looked at her scolding her speech, the girl seemed excited.

— Sorry. The results are in! — she lifted the paper allowing us to see that it was a letter