CHAOS.
I usually thrived on the high of a win, but today felt different.
Football was everything to me; it was the one arena where I could truly be myself, free from the expectations and benefits that came with being Killian Grave’s son.
I ripped off my jersey, feeling the cool air hit my skin.
Football was real. It was the one thing I worked for, the one thing I earned. Nobody could take that from me, not even my last name.
Running a hand through my damp hair, I tried to shake off the feeling. My teammates were hitting the showers or lounging around, still buzzing from the victory. I really wanted to celebrate as much as I usually did, but I just wasn’t feeling the usual excitement. The cheers from the crowd usually filled me with adrenaline, but they felt distant earlier, almost mut
