Faris Ahmed
The football field was supposed to be closed. Supposed to be. Unfortunately, Faris Ahmed had never had a particularly healthy relationship with rules. The floodlights illuminated the empty pitch as he chased a ball across the grass long after everyone else had gone home. His hoodie had long since been abandoned somewhere near the benches, his hair was a mess, and there was a fresh scrape on one knee that he hadn't even noticed yet. The rest of the university slept. Faris stayed. One more shot. Then another. Then another. Tomorrow's problems could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, there was only the ball at his feet and the goal in front of him.
О Faris Ahmed
The football field was supposed to be closed. Supposed to be. Unfortunately, Faris Ahmed had never had a particularly healthy relationship with rules. The floodlights illuminated the empty pitch as he chased a ball across the grass long after everyone else had gone home. His hoodie had long since been abandoned somewhere near the benches, his ha...Читать больше