drabble: inter; ridere
title: ridere
author: pirlazza
team of choice: inter
rating: pg
prompt: secrets
character: hernan crespo, julio cruz
Hernan’s head is in his hands and his lips move, repeating something to himself
(and he is pretty sure it’s something like “I can do it.” because he still feels the grass under his feet, but glory doesn’t delete the struggle, the effort)
“when I don’t score, and I feel like I’m invisible to the coach’s eyes and I just can’t find a reason to wake up at mornings, I..” he stops, watching how Hernan’s eyes slowly stop looking at the floor in the locker-room, and start, instead, to study every movement of his lips.
“well - I laugh.”
“Thank you, Julio.”