𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒; 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

a. herrera x j. draxler (betrayal)

"Ander, wait, I beg" Julian grabbed the Spanish midfielder's wrist, forcing him to stop in place. Herrera immediately yanked his arm out of his grasp, not turning around to stop himself from bursting into tears. he had to be tough.

"enough, Julian. just leave me alone. what I've seen is too much for me."

"Ander, please let me explain" he wept bitterly. "honey, I'm so sorry.... let me make it right..."

"No, Julian. Leave me alone. You did what you thought was right. Did you think I would just forgive you? That I would just forgive you for betraying me? and with a man who allegedly cheated on you and hurt you?" he snorted, turning towards him and finally looking at his tear-wet face. "don't cry, it won't do any good anyway. you're not a child, Julian. and I.... and I don't want to know you or see you anymore, so please take your things and leave. and you can take the bedding as a souvenir, you know."

"Ander... please... I really love you, don't leave me..."

"you left yourself alone, Julian. you could have thought of all this earlier. before you invited some German goalkeeper to my house and fucked with him in my bed. i suspect that in doing so you didn't even think of me and 'how much you love me'. you really should have foreseen the consequences, now just leave before something bad happens...."

"but..."

"there is no but. just leave. take your things and leave, right now. and then don't talk to me. pass me by as if I were air. do exactly as you thought of me during all this. i don't care what you do next; as for me, you can even go to germany. but leave me alone, as if i don't exist. because you no longer exist for me."

and he listened. he gathered his things, got dressed and left. he left with the knowledge that he had lost the most wonderful man in the world. the man who cared for him, who cared about him, who didn't hurt him. and he returned the favour by having fleeting sex with his ex-boyfriend, tearing his heart to pieces.