Gavi X Reader

She's Gone

When me and Pedri were little, our parents got a divorce. Each parent took one child, and my father thought Pedri would be much more successful, as he always thought boys were much better. He had wished I was going to be a boy, too. Unfortunately for him, I hadn't turned out how he wanted me to.

Mamma loved me, and worked hard to give me the life she said I deserved. Unlike Papa, she prayed for me to be a girl. She didn't want another boy, as my brother was already too tough for her. She also knew that if I was born a girl, my papa would get angry, and probably leave her. That was what she wanted, anyway.

Mamma had decided to move to England after the divorce, and had rules for me after my brother became a famous footballer.

1. I was never to watch any of his games.

2. I was not to look him up on social media.

3. I was not to message my papa until he apologised for the way he treated me and her before he left.

I never broke her rules, and grew up just how she wanted me to. I was a sporty kid who had always lived football, so I played for my local team.

I had a perfect score in every test I did, and was accepted into Cambridge University on a full scholarship. I loved it there, as it was where I met Yevanna and Adriana.

They were a couple, and they were my room mates at Cambridge. We grew to be good friends, and Adriana refused to believe me when I told her about my brother.

They were both Barcelona fans, but especially Adriana. Apparently that was the team Pedri plays for. She fangirled over my brother and his best friend... what was his name? Gavin? Something like that.

After I graduated from there, we all kept in touch. Yevanna and Adriana got married, and I was their maid of honour! They both became lawyers, earning six figures each. I couldn't be more proud of them both.

At home though, things were tough. Mamma had fallen ill with a rare case of lung cancer, and it was a terminal disease. We tried every treatment, but none of them would work.

Only six months after graduation, mamma passed away. I was hesitant at first, but I decided they had to know. After 14 years of no contact, I finally sent a message to my father. It read:

Querido papá,
Es mi trabajo informarles que mamá ha fallecido. El funeral se llevará a cabo el lunes 14 de septiembre, y usted está invitado. Por favor, dile a Pedri que venga también.

Saludos amables,

Tu hija.

(Dear Papa,
It is my job to inform you that Mamma has passed away. The funeral will be held on Monday, 14th of September, and you are invited. Please tell Pedri to come too.

Kindest regards,

Your daughter.)

Pedri Pov

After training, I turned the key in the lock of the door and went up the stairs to my dad's study. He had messaged me to come and see him once I got home, so here I was.

I knocked on the wooden door, and heard his voice crack as he told me to come in. Once I entered, I saw the look of sadness on his face. I smiledas he signalled for me to close the door.

'Papá, ¿por qué estás tan deprimido?"

(Papa, why are you so down?)

'Pedri, se trata de tu madre.'

(Pedri, its about your mother)

''¿Qué hay de ella?'

(What about her?)

'Ella... Está muerta, hijo mío. Ella falleció anoche".

(She... She's dead, my boy. She passed last night)