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DIFFERENT
WITH A FINAL peck to his lips, i waved him goodbye as he headed down to the locker rooms after escorting me to my seat for the game. the pitch was far from where i was sat which made it challenging for me to see clearly but hector insisted i sit away from the violent crowd and all the commotion, prioritizing my safety.
The closed area i was in began to fill up as the match was a few minutes from starting, recognising some of the girls due to the endless amount of time I spend on Instagram and it seemed like they knew each other well as they engaged in a conversation amongst themselves. My focus quickly shifted back to the large screen showcasing his team coming out onto the pitch.
My smile broadened as the camera zoomed in on the number 39 and then on his face as he glanced up. I quickly got to my feet to get a better view of him, witnessing as he raised his head, sending a wave and a kiss in my direction.
I waved back at him, my smile reaching from ear to ear. no later after I had sat back down, I noticed a few gazes fixed upon me, my face was on the wide screen and I could feel others glancing in my direction. Generally, I wasn't one to feel overwhelmed, but I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy at the attention.
The focus soon switched to the young girls next to me, as the camera reframed to capture their faces. Taking notice of their flawless makeup, perfectly styled hair and their collected demeanors, despite the attention directed at them.
I couldn't help but steal a few glances at the girls next to me, they had a certain professional appearance, as if they were perfectly suited for their role, struggling to tear my gaze away from how distinct they were from me.
I rarely indulged in getting my hair or nails done, and my makeup was minimal.
The loud sound of the whistle abruptly drew my attention from them back to the pitch. My focus was now directed at the kickoff, and it served as a temporary distraction from the unexpected thoughts that had been swirling in my mind.
Despite my usual ease in watching Hector play, this time it felt strange; I found it difficult to concentrate at all. As these thoughts crossed my mind
Does hector deserve better?
The game ended within half an hour, with the result being a 3-0 win for Barcelona. I was thrilled for Hector, but my heart felt strangely heavy. The thought that i wasn't good enough for him and that i should have watched the game from my laptop at home instead, continued to bother me.
I wasted no time in getting up from my seat and made my way back to the designated waiting area. After a long wait, Hector finally emerged, having just recently come out of the shower, his hair still damp from the water. A wide smile spread across his face as he walked towards me with open arms.
