Adriana took Caitlyn to Hayden's room, where she would stay that night. She doesn't remember if she had been there before or if she just dreamed about it, but as soon as the white light illuminates the entire room, Caitlyn realizes how organized Hayden is. , how clean it is. It is not the room she expected to see, it is different from the one she previously dreamed of. There are no posters of soccer players or women in underwear. In their place there are posters of five films, two of them are one of his many favorites such as Titanic or Star Wars: Episode 3, the other three are from films that have not even come out, they are just about to be released such as The Amazing Spider. Man, The Dark Knight Rises or Pacific Rim.

She walks around looking at everything, noticing a peculiar collection of LEGO Star Wars, there are too many figures next to their machines or vehicles, all arranged as if they were in the middle of a war. This makes Caitlyn tender, she never imagined that someone like Hayden would like to collect those things or she would be such a fan, it's as if she were in the room of a child or a teenager with too many responsibilities. She remembers her father and mother who love these movies, she and Alex are not fans but they like them, they are not like her parents or Hayden but it is sweet to see that at the end of the day everyone has their inner child in their heart. Will she still have to little Caitlyn?

—He and Andrew are like children trapped in an adult's body. They love to buy toys and where they go first in a shopping center is the toy area, even if they don't buy something, they always go— Adriana complains, rolling her eyes and leaning against the door frame looking at Caitlyn, she likes how she looks , understands Hayden and understands her jealousy but she sees in the redhead her determination, her love for her best friend. She looks at her and she can only think about the future, there is no other where those two end up together.

—I see it, although I also collect things— He takes a clone and looks at it, he recognizes it from the animated series that his parents now watch.

—Like what things?— Curious, Adriana pays attention to Caitlyn.

—They are things for personal use, the kind you only find in adult stores—.

He has Adriana's full attention, who, surprised, opens her mouth and curiosity makes her want to know more. Her eyes fix on her and she thinks about various things, from sex toys to having a fetish.

—Can I know what you're talking about?—.

—Lingerie, I really like lingerie, I've been buying it for so long that I think I have more of it than clothes— He leaves the Clone in its place and smiles at Adriana who still doesn't seem to be able to believe it, she has a nervous grimace.

—Who would have thought, Hayden's elegant and calm girlfriend is a lover of eroticism—.

—We're not dating yet, I'm still waiting for the question—.

—Sometimes we have to take the first step, they are usually afraid to take the first step, we already know, we have to give them a little push— Adriana approaches Caitlyn and gives her a kiss on the cheek wishing her good night —Rest, Caitlyn, I left you pajamas on the bed—.

Caitlyn thinks about Adriana's words as she closes the door, until here she can hear Andrew snoring, he looks like a bear in full hibernation. How can they sleep with such annoying noise...? Oh well, Adriana is the one who is in charge of shutting him up in a very delicate and gentle way.

Caitlyn returns to her work, she stands at the window looking towards the illuminated patio, she looks at that tree where they met and sighs, fogging up the glass a little. She really misses him and is tired of this ice cold that consumes her every day but her pride always saves her from making him a call. I would like to say that he should look for her but if he looks for her, she is the one who ignores him. . He punishes a mistake like he punished his sister, that scares him a lot, making the same mistake without first listening to a reason, he didn't listen to it at the time, instead, he left him talking alone when they went to eat at that Japanese restaurant, no. I remember its name but it's in Portland, near Diamond. The two argued, Hayden followed her to her car and she just shook her head, making him silent, ignoring every word he said to her. She shook her finger, she didn't even speak, she just got into her car and drove off, that was the last time the two of them saw each other before the trip.

She lays her body back, letting it rest partially, the blouse that Adriana had lent her was her "size" the only drawback was that it was too tight for her breasts, they are not the same size, Adriana is a B cup and Caitlyn is a D cup. Therefore She tries to feel comfortable ignoring that feeling, instead paying attention to some photos Hayden has near her bedside table. She takes one of them, finally seeing his family. His father is very similar to his, although Hayden has more of his mother's nose and also the shape of his lips, his look is completely his father's. Her sisters and nephews are beautiful, she can't help but smile when she sees the children's happy faces, she has always wanted to have children, maybe two or three. Her brothers are the same as Hayden, the three have a lot in common, the difference being their height and the fact that one grows more beard than the others. It is a family photo, with all its members including Hayden's brothers-in-law and sister-in-law, it is a celebration, it seems to be the Fourth of July.

Along with the family photo, she already takes a photo of her smiling, in the middle of a garden wrapped up at night, they look like Christmas lights, because of the costumes she senses that it is Christmas of 2006, that Christmas was spent with her grandparents in Germany . Caitlyn raises her arms and one of her legs at an angle of I think ninety degrees, she wears red clothes and a Christmas hat, her smile seems to illuminate the rest of the place while she holds two sparklers in her hands. It's a beautiful photo, she doesn't know how he was able to get it, it appears on her social networks. Who would take on the task of looking for such an old photo and even choose one from five years ago? Someone must have given him that photo, maybe Alex or Avril, either of them. Why that photo?

Throughout the night she thought about it until she fell asleep hugging said photo, a loud noise woke her up, someone had slammed the downstairs door, at least the mosquito net, this time her sleep was not so heavy and she barely slept five hours, they are enough to She doesn't even feel tired, Hayden's bed turns out to be more comfortable than it looks. He puts her photo back on the nightstand, knocking over some of Hayden's things by accident, she doesn't notice this and just looks for his clothes from last night, and to her surprise it's not there, instead, in its place there are blue jeans next to her. to white tennis shoes and a black tank top that is accompanied by a thin white sweatshirt. She yawns thinking about Adriana, she rubs her eyes removing any sores that may have formed. Sitting on the bed she sighs, she checks her phone looking at the time, it's eight in the morning, it's still early and I'm sure her parents are a little worried despite the permission to stay.

She takes the clothes they left her and it gives the same result again, it is tight for her, so much so that it seems that those clothes are part of her skin, she takes a deep breath looking into the mirror, fixing her hair into a ponytail. She takes a new brush from the bathroom drawer, she grooms herself as best she can with what little there is around her. She feels ready to head down the carpeted stairs. She walks down the hallway realizing that neither Andrew nor Adriana are there anymore, the double bed is made and the room looks like new, she doesn't investigate much but her attention is drawn to Andrew's room, which she can swear is the same as that of a married couple, no. It is like Hayden's, rather it is similar to her parents', a closet full of suits and everyday clothes, shoes and tennis shoes for every occasion, Adriana's clothes in the other part of the closet, a dressing table with a large mirror and with makeup, perfumes, combs, jewelry boxes. Next to that dresser there is a cabinet where Andrew's collection is, at least there is a little resemblance to Hayden.

She goes down the stairs to see how Alex and Avril are, the two of them looked very bad at night, she didn't expect to see them awake, she just wants to be sure of their well-being, that they haven't vomited or had any problems. The two are sleeping peacefully, one is tangled in the blanket, as if they were theirs, another, Alex is sleeping with her makeup smeared, Caitlyn smiles taking a photo, she leaves the room closing slowly listening to the back door open and in the same way she hears some cutlery be moved. You can hear the oil when they put something on it, evidently they are preparing breakfast. Caitlyn out of courtesy and as a good guest she wants to help.

There is something that interrupts his walk, the door where Hayden keeps his things is half open, it is not closed like it always is, someone was inside that room. She wants to continue on, she can't move her feet, there is a great doubt in her that forces her to open the door. When she least thought about it, her hand had already opened the door, revealing a dark room. She turns on the light, seeing everything now arranged, the t-shirts decorate the walls, there are easily more than fifty jerseys. Under the jersey's there are trophies, many individual trophies "Player of the Match" "Top Scorer" There are even replicas of the titles obtained, this is impressive, Hayden had truly written a great story for his young age, Caitlyn did not imagine how much Hayden obtained in that period of time. Her medals hang on the side of a framed T-shirt at the end of the hallway and beneath it is a TV. Hayden's studs are arranged underneath everything, they look from the side showing every pair he wore, from Adidas to Nike, his favorite brands, there were too many that could barely be accommodated. Caitlyn takes a shirt, feels how soft and thin they are, touches the team shield and then turns it over seeing the name the number eleven and above that number is written Hayden's last name "H. Walker", she looks up, Noting that all the shirts have that name but it varies in number, some have the number thirteen and others eleven. Touching her is as if she were touching a part of his story, she feels in every shirt, in every step as if the whole room was telling her something in echoes. She listens to every moment of him, listens to the screams of the people, listens to how they chant her name, She listens to his heavy breathing, every scream, every emotion she feels.

Almost at the end are the United States t-shirts, these do not vary in number, they all keep the thirteen. There are framed newspaper headlines "Harrison signs a double with the National Team" "Walker is called the rookie of the season" "New York City wins the league and Hayden wins the MLS Golden Boot." Notes that evoke old glories, old memories of a past dusted in a room. Caitlyn imagines Hayden's life, she imagines what it was like for him to be a professional soccer player. Even one of the USA t-shirts has Taylor Swift's autograph. Said autograph was captured with the shirt that debuted with the national team against Mexico.

It is when he reaches the end of the quarter, he comes to be in front of the framed shirt, he is wearing the famous number thirteen and his name, it is his debut shirt against the New York Redbulls, this is what the legend says, next to the shirt There are photos from that day, photos with his typical friends, with his family and with Victoria, that day must have been crazy for him. Victoria appears everywhere, Caitlyn understands what she meant in her life, she had barely heard the story between them the night before, broadly speaking, the two literally went through everything, they first forged an unbreakable friendship, it is not something you forget overnight, now you feel bad for treating him that way, there is a lot that the two of you need to discuss if you want to have a relationship in the future.

A television is already under that sweater, next to it a DVD and an open CD box. He picks up the box noticing her name written on it "US Open Cup Final, October 16, 2009". The disk must be inside the device, all that remains is to find the control that she already makes stored in one of the drawers of the television cabinet. She takes it out, closing the drawer, listening to the slight knock of the wood, she was not very careful. Without knowing what she will find or because that match was recorded, maybe it is an important match, obviously, it is the final of a tournament, Hayden possibly kept it as one of the many pleasant memories of her everywhere. It is something that she notices, Hayden is very attached to his memories, his loved ones and any material things he has, he cares for him and loves him as if he were going to disappear from the face of the Earth.

Caitlyn turns on the television which gives her the beginning of the second half, Hayden or someone had already seen the first half. He starts playing the game having an image of Hayden, the camera had focused on him who was talking to one of his teammates, the two are talking about a kind of tactic, that face of the teammate became familiar to him, he had seen it somewhere . However, that was not the important thing, she heard the whistle that restarted the game, which at that moment was tied at one goal. Hayden had scored the tying goal just before the game ended. Caitlyn sits watching her love play like he did in that college game, she watches him attentively, seeing his energy, his drive, his bravery when playing, he is everywhere touching the ball, making defensive runs or covering the middle field, a complete player. The narrators say it:

—Now Hayden recovers it again, he drives the ball down the field looking for an option, he takes off Álvarez, he goes against Mullins and passes to Edward, Edward filters the ball, Hayden prevents him from leaving the field, he goes against two defenders and he comes out! between the two of them! He sends a cross and the shot is unsuccessful—.

—I am impressed by the talent of this boy, it has been a long time since I saw someone like him. If he keeps the pace, this man can take us far in the World Cup in South Africa. I'm getting a little ahead of myself but this guy has shown pure talent since he debuted—.

She sighs, putting the control on her lips, her heart races, she breathes deeply, arching her back, she frowns when Hayden is fouled, he just gets up with a smile, he doesn't worry, he loved to play. Caitlyn presses her lips, looks down at her, taking a breath, without realizing it, the game was already in the eighty-fifth minute when she hears Andrew's heavy footsteps, he stops a few meters away from her when he starts to speak.

—That day was when everything changed for him— Andrew huffs, standing next to me. —Minute ninety, last play of the game, everything was happening calmly until...—.

Andrew stopped, Caitlyn sensed it, without realizing it she was watching the video when Hayden was injured, she was going to see the day of his misfortune, the day where he would lose all trust in him.

Suddenly the narration continues, just a minute before the one Andrew mentioned, Caitlyn turns quickly to the screen listening to those echoes again, for some reason her eyes turn red, tears run down her face and in her mind she exclaims "No." you do it!" "Stop, it's not worth it!" "Stop Please!" As if she were trying to change the past she silently exclaims, refusing to accept what she never thought she would see, it was time.

—Hayden recovers, advances the ball on the right wing, Smith pursues it, Hayden continues, keeps the ball glued to his foot, encloses it between two. Hayden comes out between them, he has the entire field free, this could be it, Emile follows him in the middle, he is without a mark!—The narrator continues—He sends the pass, Hayden falls, Emileeeeeeeee, Goooooooooooooool!—

Andrew lowers his head, sighs, pursing his lips before he can speak. Caitlyn sees how one of the rival team runs to help Hayden, he is on the ground screaming in pain, hitting the grass with the palm of his hand. She sees the desperation in his cries, notices his pain. The other player shouts asking for the assists to come in, which come in as soon as the referee gives the order. Hayden writhes in pain, he doesn't stop holding his left knee, tears fall from his eyes. He exclaims to the doctors, his lips screaming.

—THE LEFT IS THE LEFT!—.

What was a celebration ended up being a few minutes of worry. One of the team doctors talks to Hayden, it seems to distract him from the sad truth, everyone fears the worst, the injury shows the beginning of an end. Hayden knows this by holding his hands to his face while he cries uncontrollably, curses and screams as much as he can. They put him on a stretcher and they are going to take him off the field in front of the stunned gaze of the entire stadium, which does not shout the goal, if he does not murmur.

Caitlyn sees the scene, her eyes cry and her voice breaks, she hugs the control tightly, drowning out her tears, it hurts her to see him like this, she never thought about how difficult this was for him. He feels her pain, her heart aches as if it had happened to her. Seeing the dreams of the man you love destroyed and seeing it that way would break anyone's heart. She tries to catch air but if she does the crying would come out. She wants to control herself, she can't, her moans don't help her cover her sadness, now she herself wants to hug him, she wants to apologize, she wants to touch him, feel him and tell him that it's not the end of the world.

Andrew puts his hand on Caitlyn's shoulder and Caitlyn speaks seriously.

—Since that day the change, he did everything possible to return sooner, and that was the case, but when he did, the world had left him behind, the contract with Liverpool fell apart and in the World Cup he couldn't do much, his His trust was at rock bottom and no one could help him deal with it, no one could help him overcome that distrust, not until he met you—.