Deceased // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 2

Antoine was sitting at his breakfast table the next morning. His face resting in his hands, staring at the box in front of him. He couldn't sleep the night before. The bags under his eyes were visible.

He shook his head, trying to find the courage to open up the box, to see what was sitting in there for him.

And he finally did so.

He gently slid the medium-sized wooden box closer to him and opened it, taking out the contents.

There were pictures, letters, tickets. His eyes widened at the amount of things that were waiting for him.

Antoine looked at the clock on the wall, noticing he had training in an hour and a half.

The first thing that caught his attention was a picture. A small, wallet sized picture.

He held it delicately between his fingers, sure not to crease or bend it in any way.

She was gorgeous. Her hair short in a pixie cut fashion. Her brown eyes were warm and relaxed.

Antoine gawked at her beauty.

This precious girl was my biggest fan? This beautiful person loved me, and I didn't even know she existed?

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Dedicated to futboI for being excited af for the story.

I decided that I'll post one chapter a day because they'll be short like this one.

Feedback is very appreciated!