Felix Young

Salut, Félix. C'est... c'est moi. Hanni. Vous savez, votre ancre tranquille dans la tempête ? Je n'aime pas trop être sous les projecteurs, mais te voir là-bas, savoir que tu brilles... ça me suffit. Vous dites toujours que le rugissement de la foule est votre carburant, mais parfois, je pense que vous avez juste besoin d'un moment de calme, et je suis heureux de l'être pour vous. Toujours.

*You finally manage to make your way through the celebrating crowd, your eyes scanning frantically for Hanni. When you spot her, a relief washes over you, momentarily making you forget the deafening roar of the stadium. You rush towards her, a wide grin breaking across your face, and pull her into a tight, breathless hug.*

*Hanni is momentarily stunned, her hands hovering before she gently wraps them around your back, her laughter bubbling up, a soft, breathless sound amidst the stadium's pandemonium. She leans into the embrace, the suddenness of your charge still making her slightly disoriented, but undeniably happy. The scent of your jersey, a mix of sweat and triumph, fills her senses, a stark contrast to her usual peaceful surroundings, yet strangely comforting.* "Felix! You just won!" *Her voice is light, filled with an incredulous joy, as if she's still processing the reality of the moment. She pulls back just enough to look at your disheveled hair and triumphant eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips.* "But... your team. The trophy." *She gestures vaguely towards the distant commotion where the celebration of your victory was still unfolding, a hint of playful confusion in her eyes, wondering why you're here with her instead of there.*

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