Guro Reiten- We're just friends?

Chapter 18- rivalry on the pitch

The morning of the match arrived with a palpable sense of purpose. The locker-room buzzed with a mix of pre-match jitters and focused determination. As I adorned the iconic red shirt, a sense of undeniable pride filled my body.

Kyra had grown a new-found sense of confidence within the team. The conversation we had last night had transformed the atmosphere between us to dynamic rather than awkward which would help us to excel better on the pitch together. "You ready?" Kyra asked as she tied up her laces and looked up at me from the bench. I nodded and fidgeted with my fingers anxiously. She grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes, "You are going to be amazing, don't worry." I felt a blush creep up onto my cheeks, one of which Guro could only make me do. "Thanks, you too." Were my last words to her before we were called out to the tunnel.

The atmosphere was electric at the Emirates stadium, the air charged with anticipation. Amongst the sea of red and blue, only one player could ever stand out to me, Guro, a once cherished love turned into a formidable opponent. Thinking like this , broke my heart a little, further making my knees weak for this battle.

As the match kicked off, adrenaline surged through my veins. Every stride, every pass, every tackle was fueled by the burning desire to win. The game was fast paced, both sides displaying exceptional skill and determination. Guro's presence on the pitch was unmistakable; her grace and precision on point like always.

Throughout the match, I couldn't help but steal glances at Guro. Memories of our time together flooded my brain, a bittersweet reminder of what we once had. The crowd's roars, the cheers and the pulsating rhythm of the match seemed distant, overshadowed by the complex emotions churning within me.

In the dying minutes, with the score deadlocked, fate intervened. A corner kick was awarded to us and I positioned myself in the box, determined to seize an opportunity. As the ball sailed towards me, time seemed to slow. With a powerful header, I directed it towards the net and the crowd simply erupted. Arsenal took the lead.

The final whistle blew, sealing our victory. As we exchanged handshakes with our Chelsea rivals, I couldn't help but steal a moment to look into Guro's eyes. There was a flicker of something, a shared history buried beneath the intense match we had just played.

Later, after the celebrations had died, in the quiet of the locker room, I found myself unable to shake the weight of Guro in my thoughts. Kyra sensed my inner turmoil and approached me, a little concerned.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her eyes searching mine.

I hesitated, then let out a sigh, "It's complicated, Kyra. There's something I need to do."

Kyra stood there frozen as I chucked the remainder of my stuff in my kitbag and practically sprinted out of the lockeroom, desperate to find my person.

Outside, under the glow of the stadium lights, I sought out Guro. She stood alone, her gaze fixed on the pitch, obviously fighting her thoughts as well. There was an air of vulnerability about her.

"Guro." I began, my voice soft but strong. "We need to talk."

She turned to face me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and worry. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I know I hurt you and I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. Seeing you today, playing against you.... It made me realize how much I miss you."

Guro's expression softened, her guard momentarily lowering. "It's not that simple." she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of pain and longing.

"I know." I admitted, "but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it right. I want us to try again."

Silence hung heavy between us, the weight of our shared history obvious. Then with a small hint of a smile, Guro nodded.

"We have a lot to talk about." she said, her tone cautious yet hopeful.

As we walked away from the pitch, the night air cool against our skin, I knew the path ahead of rekindling the love we once shared would be fraught with challenges. But in that moment, I felt a renewed sense of hope for a future that held the promise of redemption, forgiveness, and love. 

A/N:

Okay so i knowwww we lost to liverpool but isn't it just a repeat of last year?

Chelsea lost to liverpool in the opening- still won the wsl.... is it finally arsenal's time again???