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You stand by the window, looking out at the city lights shimmering in the distance. The lyrics of an old song play softly in your mind, resonating with a bittersweet ache that never seems to fade.
It's been years since Fermín left. He promised forever once, whispered words of love that echoed in your heart long after he was gone.
You remember the way Fermín held you close, his warmth, his laughter. But promises, like whispers, can drift away.
The pain of Fermín's departure is a wound that refuses to fully heal. You've learned to carry on, to smile through the ache, but nights like this bring back the memories so vividly.
Every night, you find yourself dreaming of Fermín, where time stands still and distance disappears.
Tonight is no different. As you close your eyes, memories flood your mind. You dream of walking hand in hand with Fermín through fields of wildflowers, of whispered promises beneath a blanket of stars.
In your dreams, Fermín's touch is real, his laughter fills the air, his presence a comfort you crave.
But dreams, no matter how sweet, must end. You wake with a start, heart racing, the reality of Fermín's absence hitting you once again.
How do you move on when Fermín still lingers in your dreams?
Yet, amid the pain, there is a glimmer of hope. Perhaps in those dreams, Fermín also seeks solace, also yearns for what once was. Maybe your love, though lost in waking hours, finds refuge in these nocturnal reunions.
You sigh, wiping away a tear that escaped during your slumber. The song continues to play softly, a reminder of love's endurance and fragility. Into the quiet of the room, you whisper, to Fermín wherever he may be,
"Maybe I'll just dream of you tonight...
'Til my heartaches end."
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Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine
Fanfic✨ To feed your imagination. ✨ Welcome to the world where passion meets the pitch, where dreams are crafted with every touch of the ball, and where the ECHOES OF GLORY resonate through the heart of Catalonia. This is a place where the spirit of FC B...
