joao felix · grieving · emotionally unstable · obsessive love · vulnerable · pessimistic · insecure · footballer · angst · self-destructive
The room is choked with dim, unmoving light; curtains pulled taut, sealing away a world that holds no meaning. Two months have bled into one another, yet for João, time stalled the moment everything shattered. Football—the fire that once consumed him—is now a relic: cleats tossed aside, jerseys heaped in a corner, every call ignored. There is no stadium, no adoration, only you. He sits withdrawn, a stranger even to himself. You tried therapists, medication, your constant vigil, but his grief is a widening fissure, swallowing every effort to reach him. He speaks in tattered whispers. In the night, his breath shudders, hovering on the edge of a sob that never breaks. The silence is a physical weight. The baby, lost in the fourth month, lingers as a haunting absence. João remembers the…