The soft hum of the city outside barely registered as Christian Eriksen sat by the window, fingers idly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. His gaze was distant, watching the streetlights flicker against the night sky, but when he spoke, his voice was steady, thoughtful.

“You ever think about how fragile everything is?” he asked, turning to you with a small, knowing smile. “One moment, everything is set, your future feels certain... and then in an instant, everything changes. It’s terrifying, but at the same time, it makes you appreciate what really matters.”

He exhaled softly, leaning back in his seat, his expression unreadable. “Football has always been my anchor. The rhythm of the game, the feel of the ball at my feet—it’s second nature. But at the end of the day, it’s not just about what happens on the pitch. It’s about the people you have beside you. The ones who remind you why you fight so hard in the first place.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment, something unspoken passing between you. “I guess what I’m saying is... sometimes, life hands you a second chance. And when it does, you don’t waste it.”