God Of football - Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Separation Chapter 206: Separation The day dawned quietly, the early rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains in Olivia’s room.

Izan stirred awake to the faint sounds of birds outside and the comforting presence of Olivia beside him, still asleep.

He watched her for a moment, her features soft and peaceful in the morning light.

A small smile touched his lips-this was a rare moment of stillness for him, a break from the chaos of his rising football career.

They began their day in a leisurely manner, with Olivia insisting on making breakfast.

Izan followed her into the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter as she bustled about, tying her hair back in a loose ponytail.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Izan teased, his smirk mischievous.

Olivia shot him a playful glare.

“I’m making pancakes, not building a rocket.

Even you can’t mess this up.” “Careful,” he replied, stepping closer to steal a piece of the chocolate Olivia was setting aside for topping.

“You’re talking to a world-class athlete.

My skills are unmatched.” “Oh, really?” she said, raising an eyebrow before swatting his hand away.

“Keep your world-class hands off my ingredients, Izan.” Their banter continued as Olivia managed to finish the pancakes, though a few turned out less than perfect.

Izan, of course, pointed out the imperfections with a grin, only to be silenced by Olivia pressing a piece of pancake into his mouth.

“Happy now?” she asked, laughing as he chewed.

“Very,” he said with his mouth full, earning an eye roll from her.

— After breakfast, the two settled into the living room, the warmth of the morning sun spilling through the windows.

Olivia curled up on the couch with a book while Izan sat at the other end, scrolling through his phone.

The space between them seemed to shrink naturally, their legs brushing now and then until Olivia finally let her feet rest in his lap.

“What are you reading?” Izan asked, looking up from his phone.

Olivia tilted the book to show him the cover.

“Some romance novel my mom recommended.

It’s decent.” “Anything like us?” he teased, his hand resting lightly on her ankle.

She chuckled.

“Not quite.

The guy in this one’s a pirate.” Izan smirked.

“I can pull off a pirate look.” “Maybe,” Olivia said, pretending to assess him.

“You’ve got the charm for it.” As the hours wore on, their interactions became increasingly intimate.

Izan shifted closer, eventually pulling Olivia against him as they lay side by side on the couch.

His hand wandered absently, tracing patterns along her arm while she nestled into him.

At one point, he leaned down to kiss her temple, the gesture soft and unspoken.

The tension between them grew naturally, unhurried and comfortable.

They kissed deeply, their movements slow but full of meaning.

Olivia’s hands tangled in his hair as his lips trailed down her jawline, her soft sighs the only sound in the quiet house.

— By the time evening fell, the golden light of the setting sun bathed the living room in a warm glow.

Izan and Olivia sat side by side on the floor, leaning against the couch after a day of stolen moments and shared laughter.

The house was quiet, their solitude uninterrupted.

“This has been perfect,” Olivia murmured, her head resting on Izan’s shoulder.

“It really has,” Izan agreed, his arm draped casually around her waist.

“I needed this-time with you.

Away from everything else.” Olivia smiled but didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, she reached out, intertwining their fingers as silence settled between them.

When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

“Izan,” she began, her eyes fixed on their joined hands.

“I’ve been thinking… I feel selfish.” Izan frowned, turning to look at her.

“Selfish?

Why would you say that?” “Because I don’t want you to go tomorrow,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

“I know you have so much waiting for you-your matches, your career-but I just… I want you to stay here, with me.

Even though I know I shouldn’t.” Izan shifted, his free hand moving to cup her cheek gently.

“Olivia, you’re not selfish.

You’re human.

I don’t want to leave either, but you know I have to.

It’s part of what I do, part of who I am.” She nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I know.

It’s just… it’s hard.

It feels like every time we’re together, the time flies by too quickly.” “I know,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

“But we’ll figure it out, Olivia.

We always do.

No matter where I go, you’re always with me.” She let out a shaky laugh, leaning into his touch.

“You make it sound so simple.” “It’s not,” Izan admitted, his voice steady but sincere.

“But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

You’re worth it.

We’re worth it.” Olivia blinked back her tears, managing a small smile.

“You’re too good at this, you know.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I’m good at a lot of things.

Keeping you happy is just one of them.” She laughed, the sound light but genuine, and he couldn’t help but smile in return.

As the night deepened, they stayed there, talking quietly about their dreams, their fears, and the moments they had shared.

And when they finally fell asleep, curled up together on the couch, the weight of tomorrow faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of their connection in its place.

The morning came all too quickly.

The sky was still painted in soft shades of pink and orange as Olivia drove Izan to the airport.

The hum of the car engine filled the silence between them, neither wanting to break the fragile peace of their last few moments together.

Olivia stole glances at him, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

Izan, sitting in the passenger seat, reached over and placed a reassuring hand on her knee.

“You’re awfully quiet this morning,” he said softly.

Olivia managed a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Just trying to hold it together.

I’m fine.” “You don’t have to pretend with me,” he replied, his tone gentle.

Her grip on the wheel loosened slightly, and she let out a soft sigh.

“It’s always hard saying goodbye, Izan.

Even if it’s just for a little while.” He nodded, understanding all too well.

“I know.

But it’s not forever.

We’ll see each other again before you know it.” When they reached the airport, Olivia parked the car and walked with him to the departure terminal.

The bustling crowd around them moved with purpose, but for Izan and Olivia, time seemed to slow.

They stopped just before the security checkpoint, and Olivia turned to face him, her eyes already glistening with unshed tears.

“You’ll text me when you land?” she asked, her voice wavering.

“Of course,” Izan said, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Olivia’s hands fidgeted at her sides, and Izan stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her.

She melted into the embrace, burying her face in his chest as he held her tightly.

“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his shirt.

“I’ll miss you too,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“But you know I’ll be thinking about you the whole time.” Olivia pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him.

“You better be.” With a soft smile, Izan leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.

It was slow and tender, a bittersweet goodbye filled with unspoken promises.

Olivia’s arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back, savoring the moment despite the ache in her heart.

Unbeknownst to them, a reporter standing nearby had noticed the young couple.

Recognizing Izan immediately, he snapped a few discreet photos of the pair, intrigued by the sight of the rising football star sharing such an intimate moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Olivia’s cheeks were flushed, but her sadness was momentarily replaced by a shy smile.

Izan cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing away a stray tear.

“Take care of yourself,” he said softly.

“You too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

With one last lingering look, Izan turned and walked toward the security checkpoint.

Olivia stood there for a moment, watching him until he disappeared into the crowd.

Only then did she turn and head back to her car, her heart heavy but full of love.

As Izan sat in his seat on the plane, he began reminiscing about the moments he had spent with Olivia.

“I understand why she said that now,” Izan said as he looked outside the window.

After a while, the pilot’s voice came out of the comms, telling the passengers to get ready for the flight.

Heeding, Izan snapped his seatbelt together before laying his head on the headrest.

A/n: 3RD OF THE DAY.

This is to make ammends for yesterday’s singular release.

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