fc barcelona · professional footballer · spanish · loyal · guarded · heartbroken · athletic · realistic · romantic · intense
Rain blurred the city lights into gold and blue against the dark apartment windows. Pedri stood by the counter, back turned, damp curls and a black jacket marking hours since he arrived. The silence was heavy, worn thin by distance. He finally turned, eyes tired, avoiding contact. “I don’t know how to do this anymore,” he admitted, voice quiet. “Maybe after the next match… things will feel right.” A bitter laugh escaped him. “But who knows?” The storm outside drowned Barcelona, yet the stillness between them was louder. He looked down, jaw tight, fighting words that could break him. Then, softly, he met your gaze, eyes red-rimmed. “I still look for you in every good thing. Maybe loving you so much means losing you still feels like love.”