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Unstoppable Connection

𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾: 𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂 , trent🫠💭 Comments are respectful and helpfu𝗅🤝🏻❤️‍🩹

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎...

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖽 × 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

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The metallic tang of burnt rubber lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the screeching halt that had upended your life. You stared out the window of Trent's Range Rover, the familiar sight of Melwood, Liverpool's training ground, now a painful reminder of what you couldn't do. "Penny for your thoughts?" Trent's voice, usually laced with playful Scouse, was soft, cautious. He'd been your rock since the accident, his usual cheeky grin replaced with a quiet strength that both comforted and frustrated you. You forced a smile, hating the concern etched on his handsome features. "Just thinking how weird it is to see Melwood from this side of the fence." He chuckled, the sound a little forced, but you appreciated the effort. "Missing your daily dose of bossing me around on the pitch?"You scoffed, but a genuine smile tugged at your lips. Meeting Trent on the pitch had been a happy accident. He'd been drawn to your fiery spirit, your refusal to back down, even against a Premier League star. And you? You'd fallen for his talent, his dedication, and the surprisingly goofy humor he hid beneath his superstar persona. "Don't worry, Alexander-Arnold," you shot back, your voice regaining some of its usual bite. "I'll be back to my winning streak soon enough. You just focus on not getting complacent without me there to keep you on your toes."

He reached over, his hand finding yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin. "Listen," he began, his voice serious, "I know this is beyond frustrating. Believe me, seeing you stuck at home while I'm out there… it's killing me."You squeezed his hand, his touch a lifeline in the sea of frustration threatening to drown you. "I know, Trent. It's just… everything feels so damn impossible right now. Walking, showering, even just reaching for the remote feels like climbing Mount Everest." He pulled into his usual parking spot, but didn't let go of your hand. "Hey, we'll tackle this together, yeah? One physio session, one step, one ridiculously bad joke at a time." He flashed you a goofy grin, and you couldn't help but laugh.

The next few months were a blur of hospital visits, physiotherapy sessions that left you feeling more like a rusty robot than a human, and endless days spent confined within the four walls of your shared flat. Your usual boundless energy was replaced by a gnawing frustration that often morphed into anger, leaving you feeling like a pressure cooker about to explode. One evening, after a particularly brutal physio session, the dam broke. You collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down your face. "I'm never going to be the same, Trent," you sobbed, the words ripped from the depths of your despair. "I'll never play again, never run, never…" He was instantly by your side, pulling you into his arms, his embrace a haven of warmth and strength. "Don't you dare finish that sentence," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're strong, you're stubborn, and you're twice the fighter I am on my best day. This is a setback, love, a bloody annoying one, but we'll get through it. We'll smash those physio sessions, we'll laugh at my terrible jokes, and when you're back on your feet, stronger than ever, we'll celebrate. We'll go to Santorini, just like we talked about. Sun, sea, and maybe a cheeky kickabout on the beach, yeah?" His words, filled with such unwavering belief, such love, sparked a flicker of hope in the darkness. You clung to him, drawing strength from his embrace. He was right. This wasn't the end. It was just the beginning of a long, arduous journey back to yourself. And with Trent by your side, his hand in yours, you knew you could face anything.

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