You're My Person.

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Andorra's brain had stopped. She asked for it again and again. The nurse had to tell the news a total of seven times until things registered but it never clicked.

Madrid was 6 hours away.

Would they hold their bodies for 6 hours?

That's when it it.

Bodies

Not persons

That's when her knees buckled and she sunk to the grass, her knees hitting it.

The scream that left her mouth was blood curling and heartbroken. The sudden wash of sadness, grief, loss, it was all mixed in one scream.

That scream was so loud that it echoed through the empty stadium, even reaching through the doors, the two teams, almost ready to leave, stopped as the scream reached their ears and their bones, their blood turning cold.

Football was once everything to Andorra but now it seemed like every time that she was on top of that grass, something horrible was about to happen.

Everyone, including Andorra, were frozen in place, Andorra's phone on the grass, having slipped out of her fingers. Aitana was the first one to get into motion, never having put clothes on that fast, most of it being either inside out or the other way around as she ran out of the locker room without any socks or shoes, finding Andorra sitting on her knees, blank eyes staring straight ahead of her, endless streams of tears coming out of her eyes as soundless sobs racked through her body.

Aitana had never ran that fast in her life as she rushed over to Andorra, catching the broken girl in her arms, sitting on her knees herself, the ex-footballer immediately clinging on to Aitana, gripping her so tight that it would almost hurt.

The midfielder was confused until she saw the phone on the grass, a call ongoing. She picked it up and put it to her ear while holding Andorra close. "Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"This is Aitana Bonmatí, Andorra's girlfriend, what is going on."

Aitana could hear the person on the other side of the line release a breath of relief, repeating the thing that she had told Andorra 7 times, an 8th time to her. Aitana slowly nodded her head, tears gathering in her own eyes but considering Andorra's current state, she realized that she had to take responsibility. "Are you able to travel their bodies over to Barcelona? They lived here."

The nurse's voice was soft yet relieved, apparently happy to talk to someone that was thinking about what to do next. (Not that she was blaming Andorra at all for her reaction.)

"Yes, of course. We can make sure that the bodies get to Barcelona safely and we can also arrange that their bodies are being kept safe, also if Andorra or you wants to see them, you can."

Aitana nodded her head while still gently rubbing Andorra's back. "Okay, that sounds good. Just give my number to anyone you need to but really only to the people about this. It's +34-622-708413."

The nurse hummed, a scribble of a pen heard faintly in the background as the nurse wrote the number down. Slowly but surely Aitana also started to notice that people had started to gather around them, curiosity surrounding them, knowing that it was bad as they saw Andorra's state and saw silent tears also running down Aitana's face, the girl herself not knowing when the tears had started to flow out of her eyes. The nurse gave her condolences and told her that this was all that they could do/know for now.

Aitana silently thanked her, hung up on the call and put the phone in Andorra's blazer's pocket.

She then looked up to see that Alexia had gotten closer to them, putting a hand on her shoulder as she had crouched down. "What's going on?"

Andorra knew that it wasn't up for her at all to say what just happened so she looked at Alexia through her blurry vision and all she could do was shake her head. She placed her hands underneath Andorra's thighs and managed to get up off of the grass, placing her mouth close to Andorra's ear, whispering, as she knew that Andorra hadn't opened her eyes yet to see everyone. "Let's go back to my house and figure everything out from there. I've got you babe. Is your car in the parking lot?"

Aitana felt the slightest of nods against her shoulder, her fresh, inside out, shirt stained with tears and most probably make-up but that was the least of her worries right now. Aitana looked 20 years older as she was exhausted and looked at her teammates and Real Madrid players. "I will be going home with Andorra. Tell Jonatan that I probably won't be at practice this week." Everyone nodded their heads and Aitana walked away while carrying Andorra close to her, carrying her out of the stadium and towards her car where Sandra had been waiting, expecting a happy couple but instead, she saw a crying Aitana, without any shoes, carrying Andorra, whose face was covered inside of Aitana's shoulder and Sandra immediately knew that something was wrong, concern written on her face like bold, large, letters. "What happened?"

Aitana slowly shook her head. "Andorra will tell you when she's ready for-"

"My family's dead."

"What?"

Andorra pulled her face slightly out of Aitana's shoulder and looked at Sandra, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, tears still coming out of them, her nose and cheeks red, her nose runny as she repeated her words, this time in a matter-of-fact kind of way. "My family's dead."

Sandra's eyes widened, shock taking over. "I am so, so sorry for your loss."

Andorra looked at Aitana. "Can we just get to your home now?"

Aitana nodded her head. "Of course. Sandra, are you going to get home okay?"

Sandra quickly nodded her head, her blonde hair flowing with the movement of her hair. "Yes, of course. Don't worry about me. Just take care of yourselves, okay?"

Aitana nodded her head, fished Andorra's keys out of her blazer and unlocked the car. She then carefully sat Aitana in the passenger's seat and got in the driver's seat herself. She wiped the tears that had been falling out of her own eyes away, cleared her throat and then she drove away, driving over to her own house, silence in the car as even the radio was turned off, Andorra's eyebrows were furrowed. "There just is no way that they are actually dead. I just saw them yesterday. they were so excited for this trip. It just... it can't be true Aitana. My mom was smiling yesterday, even my dad was smiling, he has his company! Don't get me started on my bro. You- no. It's not true. He can't be gone. None of them can be gone. I refuse."

Aitana's jaw set as she listened to Andorra's rant, her knuckles turning white on the steering wheel as her grip tightened. She knew that they were gone. She swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back the tears, for now just giving an listening ear to Andorra, the girl in question, continuing her fears.

"I mean, how high is the chance that they all died? That's like.. a very small chance. No. They have to be alive. They just have to be. They would never leave me. Not like this. Not today. My mom even sent me a message just right after the interview. It just simply cannot be true."

No matter how hard she tried to hold them back, it was no use as Andorra's words broke Aitana's heart, the tears starting again right as she pulled up in front of her house. Andorra's family had become just like her own family. They had welcomed her with open arms and whenever she was struggling with something, she could always knock on the door and they would help her. Louis had also become like a brother to her. She turned the engine off and the two of them got out of the car, Andorra now walking on her own. Rosa had already opened the door, a smile on her face as she was excited to see Andorra again but the second that her eyes reached the two faces of the girls, her smile dropped.

She immediately knew that something was going on.

Aitana locked the car and walked around it, swinging her arm around Andorra to support her, making eye contact with her mom. "We need your help."

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Personally, I love these shorter chapters more to write, they take so much less time and I feel like I'm not just filling up words.

I hope that you all don't mind that the chapters are shorter! I love you all! Byeee~