The steady rapping at the door woke Emily from her peaceful sleep. The strawberry blonde haired woman managed to stand through a groan. Emily tugged her hair into a screwed up bun and pulled a pair of college sweatpants onto her bare legs. The clock had just ticked eight in the morning, and Emily was surprised she had slept through the night without having to get up for a glass of wine.

She opened the door with a sigh, readying herself to face her landlord demanding the monthly fine. Instead, Emily found herself face to face with— "Ali?" she questioned, stifling a yawn.

A smile played at the defender's lips. "Hey, coach," Ali greeted softly, tightening her dark brown ponytail.

Emily shook her head. "Emily, please. I'm not your coach anymore."
Ali nodded as coach— Emily— opened the door to let her in.

"Sorry about the mess," Emily scratched her head as she looked over the dirty clothes bin, athletic clothing and pencils that were spread out around the room.

Ali shrugged. She hadn't noticed anything until the woman had pointed it out. "Sorry about waking you up," Ali replied, gesturing to Emily's messy hair and crumpled clothes.

The older woman chuckled softly and once in the kitchen, shoved a pot of water in the coffee grinder. "What's up?" she asked, getting two mugs out of the cabinet rather loudly.

Ali bit her lip as Emily turned around and frowned at her suddenly sullen face. "Krieger, what is it?" Emily reiterated calmly, even though Ali's potential sadness alarmed her.

Ali seemed quite hesitant to respond. "I don't want to be the one to tell you," she started, wincing at her own words. "But Li- Lindsey..."

"Lindsey did what?" Emily asked, her eyes opening with curiosity at the mention of her girlfriend.

"Lindsey kissed Allie. Long. Allie Long, that is. Just don't tell her I told you..." Ali stammered, looking at Emily cautiously. "But, she was drunk..."

The older woman's horrified expression normalized slightly, but she still looked worried. "Long? Why Long? Why not someone like... O'Hara or Solo?" she asked.

Ali had to hold back a laugh at Emily's bemused reaction. It wasn't at all how the defender had pictured her former coach being when she went through how she would announce the news on the way to Emily's apartment.

But the woman wasn't totally playful, and Ali could see the layer of hurt and pain that resided in her eyes.

-

It was Lindsey that cried surprisingly enough, not Emily.

The older woman was close to tears though, but only let her girlfriend see a tough and stern side that usually only came out on the soccer field.

Lindsey was on her knees, her face red with tears, as she begged and pleaded that she had been drunk. As much as Emily resented it, there was a part of her that sympathized with Lindsey. But drunk or not, cheating was cheating.

"I'm sorry," Lindsey wiped her eyes. "Are you breaking up with me?" she repeated the two lines so much in just ten minutes that Emily couldn't help but stifle a laugh. It was starting to get ridiculous how much Lindsey wanted to be with her. "Please, Em, I love you so much..."

Emily swooped down to the girl and cupped her face in her hands, no longer able to stand her. Emily sighed softly and engulfed Lindsey in a gentle hug. "Linds, I'm not breaking up with you," the woman whispered. The blonde's eyes raised and she smiled warmly. "Really?" she murmured, her head falling against Emily's chest. 

The strawberry blonde haired woman nodded. "Yes," she replied. "But Lindsey," she started Her voice became deeper and much more serious as she studied Lindsey sternly. "I won't forget about this," she warned. 

Lindsey burst into tears once again and clung to Emily. She nodded after a moment, and attempted to control her sobbing, which only resulted in her crying more. Emily rolled her eyes and wiped Lindsey's, pressing the girl closer to her. 

"Honey, it's okay. We're together, and I'm not leaving." 

-

Allie wiped a tear from her eye as she studied Hope and Carli tangled together on the sofa. Since neither Kelley nor Alex was talking with the blonde (or shall it be said, Allie wasn't talking with them), she, Tobin, Hope and Carli were all hanging out together in the apartment. An episode of The 100 played in the background.

Hope's hands were twisted in Carli's brown locks, and the midfielder had her eyes close and was breathing steadily in a deep sleep. Tobin sat on the opposing arm chair, her long and muscular legs hanging over the edge. Her eyes skimmed across the pages of the Bible, and every so often, she muttered something under her breath or penciled it into the holy book. 

Allie was sitting at the kitchen table and filling out an apartment contract for a small place in Portland, Oregon. Nothing had been decided yet, but she wanted to start a new life away from home, and Tobin had agreed to move there with her. The process was comforting almost, Allie noted, noticing that it felt nice to have a routine. 

Everybody was tired, yet beyond excited (and terrified) for graduation. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, they would be graduating college. Allie's parents had told her that until she found a job that she could stay with them. But she had politely declined, knowing that there would be too many questions from her family members, mostly pointed towards Kelley. She couldn't handle it yet. 

Tobin's parents, on the other hand, didn't really care what she did. Sure, if the woman wanted to move back to Jersey to be with them she could, but it wasn't like they offered or anything. Tobin thought that they just wanted her to spend some time with herself. They hadn't said anything, but Tobin knew that her parents were taking much more pain in her breakup with Christen than Tobin had. 

Hope had her spot on the Seattle Reign, which she would keep, and Sky Blue FC in New Jersey had sent an email to Carli, saying that they had seen a video of the quarter finals and were interested in contacting her more. 

But even with some ideas of life after college, nothing was certain. It was bound to be a rollercoaster.