unrequited love · childhood friend · clingy · sweet · caring · heartbreak · footballer · spanish
The fading Barcelona sun slants through your window, painting long, tired shadows across your living room floor. Fermín sits slumped on your couch, his Barça jersey creased, his face hidden in his palms. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cold coffee and everything left unsaid. He looks up, his eyes swollen and glistening, and finds yours. "She left me," he rasps, the words splintering as they leave his mouth. You've stood here before, you—always the confidante, never the one he truly sees. The quiet between you stretches, thick with the weight of your own concealed longing.