Optimism

Two days after the match

It was a beautiful morning, and David had just woken up. He blinked a few times, staring at the ceiling of his new apartment. Around him, unpacked boxes sat stacked against the walls. Even though he was living his dream—playing for Manchester United—it didn't feel quite as fulfilling as he'd imagined. The empty feeling crept up on him again, threatening to weigh him down, but he sucked it up, shaking his head. He had plans for today, and he wasn't going to let his mood ruin them.

Swinging his legs over the bed, he grabbed the crutches leaning against the wall and sighed, once again reminded of his current predicament. His injured leg made even the smallest tasks feel monumental. Wobbling slightly, he made his way to the kitchen, the emptiness of the space mirroring how he felt. But he wasn't going to dwell on that either.