Deceased // Antoine Griezmann

Dear, Antoine (Letter #2)

Dear Antoine,

I wonder if you know what a big fan I am of you and Atletico Madrid.

Do you remember that day?

What day

It wasn't too long ago.My dad took Mei-Mei and I out to watch Atletico vs. Barça.

It was a win-win situation. Atletico won and I would be happy, Barça won and Mei-Mei and dad would be happy.

It was Copa Del Rey quarter final.

Barça won and Atletico was out of the tournament. My family was overjoyed.

And although Atleti lost that day, it was still one of the best days of my life.

I met you that day. After the game. Do you remember? I was wearing jeans and my Griezmann jersey. The doctors allowed me to not take my oxygen tank. It was amazing. I posed with you and my dad took a picture of us. Then Mei-Mei joined the picture. Then you signed my jersey.

I could tell that you weren't happy, but it was one of the best moments of my life.

That photo means a lot to me.

So do you.

I want you to have it. Along with my ticket to the game.

Demitra
2/3/15

Antoine dug into the box and found the photo. He felt like crying when he realized that he didn't remember posing for that picture, or signing her jersey.

He felt disgusted, angry with himself.

But how could he blame himself? He was posing for pictures with fans every day, so how was he supposed to remember that specific time.

But then the sudden memory did pop up. It was after the match. Antoine stayed behind his teammates to evaluate what just happened. On his way to his car, he met the girl.

He noticed her struggle to breathe properly. He noticed how she was out of breath, but didn't look deathly sick. He signed her jersey with a black sharpie marker. She asked for a hug. He gave it to her.

Then they were both on their ways.

Demi decided that it was the best moment in her life. Antoine barely remembered what happened.
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This chapter made me sad.
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