WOSO Imagines

too late (alexia putellas)

The echoes of the heated argument lingered in the air as you paced around your living room. The tension between you and Alexia had reached a breaking point and you have no idea what to do next.

Alexia had left you alone in this big house — which isn't really anything new — to god knows where. The trophies and medals that lined the shelves, displaying the accomplishments of your longtime partner, stares back at you like souvenirs.

Photographs covering the walls, showing the memories of the love she once held for you. Your fingers tracing the edges of the frame, heart heavy with doubt and sadness.

'Where did I go wrong?' You asked yourself.

That was almost three months ago. She had apologized and promised to make changes. The first week was a bliss. She'd wake you up with breakfast in bed, leaving breakfast in the kitchen when she had early training. Random dates throughout the week. You were living the dream.

Then, she won the world cup.

Interview after interview. Appearance after appearance. She was away more times than home. You don't quite remember the last time you'd both slept in the same bed and woken up together.

—

It was Friday and you were in the kitchen waiting for Alexia to come home from training. You've cooked her favorite meal that Eli had taught you to make. You told her you had something to talk to her about so you hoped this meal could lighten the mood a bit.

Thirty minutes had passed so you though she was just running a bit late.

Then an hour passed.

Another hour after that.

You've put away all of the food and prepared a plate for when she gets home to just reheat. Changing into your pajamas, you lounge around in the living room and check your phone. Right when you open up your social media, you were met with videos of your girlfriend and her team at a club.

You try to remember if Alexia had told you if she was going anywhere after practice, but she didn't.

'She probably just forgot.'

Hours later, Alexia came home to find you asleep on the couch. She stumbles into the bedroom and knocks out.

—

You're at home in bed, staring into nothingness. You couldn't do anything. At least not the things you used to be able to do. Even breathing became difficult.

Alexia was out so much she never noticed how much you've changed, how different you looked. She barely spared you a glance. When you do catch Alexia at home, she's already asleep. You barely notice though because she's been sleeping in the spare bedroom.

You slowly walk to the kitchen, steadying yourself against the walls. Grabbing a glass, you start to fill it with water when all of a sudden your vision starts going in and out.

Collapsing to the floor, darkness consumes you.

—

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" You ask as Alexia walked through the front door.

"I'm not even fully through the door and you're already asking me to do things?"

"It won't take long. It's just something I have to tell—"

"Ay dios mío! I'm hungover and I just want to sleep. Talk to me tomorrow."

Alexia walks away to the spare bedroom, knocking out instantly.