Deceased // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 1

"You want me to do what?" Antoine asked.

His agent, Isaias, gazed at him thoughtfully, "A girl's family has contacted us. She died of lung cancer a few weeks ago, and they found a letter. She must have left a a few things for you because that's what the family wants to give you."

"But I don't even know the girl-"

"Antoine! This was her final wish, the only way to put her family at ease, and let's not mention how good this will make you look to the press."

Antoine sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to get out of this.

"Where does the family live?"

"Right here in Madrid." Isaias said, "And you'll be going alone. I told them you'll be at their doorstep at noon tomorrow. Be polite, be respectful, be kind, they just lost their daughter-"

Antoine held up his hand, "I get it." He said.

"You're excused." Antonio told him.

Antoine strolled out of his manager's office and to the parking lot, stepping into his Audi r8. He spent the rest of his day grocery shopping, making dinner, and of course, hanging out with Fernando, Leo, and Nora.

The next day, Antoine lazily stepped out of bed, showered and slipped on a fresh pair of SpongeBob underpants. He made himself a quick breakfast before he headed out to training.

"You want to come over again today?" Nando asked as they were passing the ball around.

"No, I have something to do later." He answered.

Fernando nodded, but didn't prod for more information. Training finished rather early that day so Antoine quickly rushed out of the locker rooms after he noticed that he didn't have much time left before he had to meet up with the girl's family.

He was wearing a fresh pair of clothes, consisting of dark slim jeans and a button up denim shirt. He looked into his car mirror and raked his fingers through his blonde hair, deciding not to do anything with it.

Antoine went through his recent texts and found the one from Isaias, telling the address of the family. He plugged the address into his phone GPS and started driving.

It wasn't too long before his GPS chirped, "Destination on the right." Antoine looked at the small house warily before he parked his car next to the curb.

He couldn't help but feel bad for this family who lost their only daughter. How old was she? What did she like? What did she look like? He took a deep breath, picked up the bouquet of flowers that he bought before he came here, and stepped out of his car.

Antoine walked up slowly to the front door and rung the doorbell. He heard footsteps before the door swung open, revealing an Asian looking teenage girl.

Antoine took in the appearance of the girl. She wasn't too tall, and had brown hair that went down to her shoulders. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown and puffy. Antoine guessed that the girl was around fifteen or sixteen years if age.

"Antoine." The girl said, reaching his hand out for the Frenchman to shake.

Antoine was lost for words as he slipped his hand inside of her much smaller one, giving it a soft shake.

"I'm Mei-Mei." She said quietly, "Come in."

Antoine followed Mei-Mei into the small house.

He still didn't know what to say. A large man walked into the room.

"You must be Antoine." He said, looking down at the footballer, "I'm Jared and this is my wife, Elena." He gestured to the woman who was walking into the foyethem
Antoine still didn't know what to say, he just nodded at then and said a quiet "Hello."

Jared led Antoine into what he guessed was the living room. He sat down on the couch and beckoned for Antoine tonsit on the couched adjacent to his.

"My daughter was a huge fan of you." Jared's gaze fell to a picture frame sitting on the coffee table in between the two couches.

"She loved Atletico. Daddy why don't you support the best team ever? She would always ask me. We always argued as I'm a Barça fan." He chuckled at the memory.

"Cancer hit her three years ago. She's the strongest woman I know. We were so sure that she would make it through but things started to get worse. She passed two weeks ago." He spilled to Antoine quietly.

Antoine casted his gaze to the picture frame. She was beautiful. Short, dark hair, and big, brown creamy eyes. Her lips were full and her cheekbones defined. Her tan skin clear and blemish free.

"I remember when we first adopted her. My wife wasn't able to bear kids so we went for adoption. We were on that list for three years before we finally got her as an infant. Her biological dad was French and her mom Nigerian. They got into a car crash right after she was born and she was later given to us.

When Demi turned nine, we decided that we would adopt another girl, to be a sister for her. A year and a half later, we got Mei-Mei." Ironically, Mei-Mei walked into the living room at that time holding a delicate looking box in her delicate hands.

"After her death," Jared took a deep breath, struggling to continue, "we found a note in her room telling us that this box was for you and that she wanted you to have it."

Mei-Mei placed the box on the table, smiling softly at Antoine. He looked at the box warily, wondering what was inside.

"We hope you accept this. It was her final wish." Jared finished, a light frown on his lips.

"Of course." Antoine replied, finally finding his voice.

"Would you like any refreshments?" Mei-Mei asked politely, quietly.

Antoine shook his head subtly, "No thank you." After hearing the story from Jared, Antoine felt completely empty and with a loss of appetite.

"I understand, you probably have things to do. You're a busy man. Thank you for coming out here." Jared said understandingly.

Antoine replied with a quiet you're welcome. It wasn't too long before he was gently placing the box in the passenger seat of his car. This was something special to him, something sacred. He waved to Mei-Mei who was quietly watching him from the porch.

He left the house with two things that day: a special box filled with who knows what, and important number to keep in touch with this broken family.
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