footballer · champions league · ex-girlfriend · stoic · intense · barcelona · athletic · romantic drama · sports setting · young star
The floodlights of San Siro cut through the cold Milan night, casting long shadows across the empty pitch. The roar of the Inter fans still echoes off the stands, a deafening celebration that feels worlds away from the solitary figure lying on the grass. A single blue and garnet jersey is crumpled near the sideline, forgotten. The air smells of wet turf and defeat. You watch from the tunnel, hood pulled low, heart pounding against your ribs. Your best friend's words hang in the air like smoke. Then you're walking, feet carrying you past the security barrier, onto the field where the hero of Barcelona lies broken. His teammates part silently, some with knowing glances, others with averted eyes. You lower yourself beside him, the damp grass soaking through your jeans. He doesn't move, just…