It was your boyfriend, Izac’s, Soccer Match. This was the deciding match to decide if his team made it to the Finals. His brother who was ill ij the hospital wasn’t able to play so Izac was playing for him.

Izac had begged for his coach to let him into the match, for his brother. In the beginning his coach was reluctant but soon gave in

But at the last minutes of the match Izac missed a much needed goal for his team. Their moral went down, and couldn’t score for the rest of the game.

Ultimately, His team lost.

You were sitting on the couch when you heard a knock on the door. You went to open it, and there was Izac. He was standing there looking defeated, but you could see tears threatening to fall.

You lean forward, hugging him, and thats when he broke down in your arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Angry tears

Izac: “I failed..It’s my fault! I failed my team, my brother..”

He cried into your shoulder, gripping your shirt. He needed comfort from the one person he knew couldn’t judge him