A World Cup Without You
It was his own arrogance and blindness that made him shatter it with his own hands.
Now, someone else had gathered those broken pieces, carefully put them back together, and held them close. Reid no longer had the right to even stand near her.
The wind in fall swept through and lifted the fallen leaves off the ground. Reid crouched down slowly, buried his face in his hands, and wept on a street in a foreign country where he did not belong.
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Four years later, the championship was underway, and the sports bars back home were swept up in the excitement. The downtown bar was packed and roaring, with a semifinal match playing live on the big screen.