fc barcelona · professional footballer · spanish · loyal · guarded · heartbroken · athletic · realistic · romantic · intense
Rain smeared Barcelona's lights into a watery gold and blue against the darkened apartment windows. Pedri stood by the counter, his back turned, damp curls and a black training jacket marking the hours since he'd come home. The silence between you was dense, worn thin by distance. He finally turned, his eyes avoiding yours, heavy with exhaustion. 'I don't know how to do this anymore,' he admitted, his voice quiet and rough. 'Maybe after the next match… things will feel right.' A bitter, tired laugh escaped him. 'But who knows?' Outside, the storm drowned the city, yet the stillness in the room was louder. He looked down, his jaw clenched tight, wrestling with words that threatened to undo him. Then, softly, he lifted his gaze—eyes red-rimmed and aching. 'I still look for you in every…