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A/N: AHHHH I haven't updated this in forever! Partly because life is getting really busy right now and I had writers block for a while but here's an update!

Thanks for 6K reads and sorry about the delay. Unfortunately it's going to be a while til the next one but until then happy reading :)

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To be honest, I'm shaken.

Shaken by all the horrific events that have happened in the past 24 hours.

I had learned that Lucas was at the scene of one of the shootings, and that made me realize how truly horrified Antoine must've been feeling. Especially after his confrontation with Lucas two weeks ago, he must've felt terrible.

When we walk back into the locker room, he won't let go of my hand. It is kind of embarrassing, because I don't want this to be the way he introduces me to his teammates, but I guess there isn't much we can do.

He grips my hand tightly, as if trying to stop his own from shaking.

Over and over again, he repeats, "I didn't lose you, oh god I didn't lose you."

And I answer with, "it's okay, Antoine. It's okay."

The first thing that we see when we get into the locker room is Lucas and Raphael storming to the entrance and engulfing me into a big hug.

"You survived, holy hell you survived." They say over and over again.

"Yeah, I did."

Antoine is sandwiched in between us, though, since he still refuses to let go of my hand.

"Rose you almost killed Antoine," Lucas pipes up.

"You did too," Raphael says to Lucas.

I glance over at Antoine quickly just to make sure that what Lucas and Raphael were saying wouldn't cause him to lash out.

He just holds a tired, somber look in his eyes.

"It makes sense," a voice says, "I mean he almost lost three people he loves."

I look upwards and I'm met with an unfamiliar face. He's much taller than Antoine, his masculine frame much stronger as well. He has a beard and his hair is rather short; he looks a few years older than us.

"That's Olivier Giroud," Raphael says.

"Nice to meet you, the girl Antoine talks about in his sleep," he laughs, extending a hand out to me.

I feel my cheeks heating up, as I accept the handshake. I turn to look at Antoine, who's ears are now turning bright red.

"You suck, man." Antoine complains.

Everybody laughs at his remark, but it's a tense kind of laughter. They all know what their mother country had just suffered, and it isn't going to be ending anytime soon.

"Look, it was nice to meet you guys, but I think I'm going to have to head back now," I speak softly. My eyelids are beginning to droop downwards, and I can feel my legs beginning to wobble a little bit.

"Oh, that's perfectly understandable. We need to stay here with the German team, though." Raphael tells me.

"Yeah."

"How are you going to get back to the hotel?" Lucas asks.

I open my mouth to answer, but that's when I realize that I don't have an answer.