Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ II. Traitor (Marc Guiu.)

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Days turned into weeks, and the sight of Marc with his new girlfriend haunted your thoughts. You tried to bury yourself in work, in hobbies, in anything that would distract you from the pain.

But no matter how busy you kept yourself, Marc's betrayal lingered like a shadow over your heart.

One evening, while browsing through a bookstore to find solace in pages of fiction, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Hey," it said softly, and you turned to find Marc standing there, his expression a mixture of hesitation and regret.

You froze, caught off guard by his presence after weeks of avoiding places you might run into him. "Marc," you managed to say, your voice steadier than you felt inside.

"I've been wanting to talk to you," he began, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.

"Can we... sit somewhere and talk?"

A part of you wanted to walk away, to shut him out completely after everything he put you through. But another part, the part that still remembered the good times and hoped for closure, nodded silently.

You found a quiet corner in a nearby café, a place that once held memories of laughter and shared dreams. Now, it felt like the remnants of a shattered past.

"I'm sorry," Marc started, his voice tinged with genuine remorse.

"I know 'sorry' doesn't fix anything, but I need you to know how much I regret hurting you."

You listened in silence, a mixture of emotions swirling within you – anger, hurt, and a lingering sadness that hadn't fully healed.

"I never meant for things to end the way they did,"
Marc continued, his eyes earnest.

"I was confused, lost in my own doubts and insecurities. I thought I needed something different, something new..."

His words hung in the air, leaving a bitter taste of betrayal. "And you found that in her," you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

Marc nodded solemnly.

"Yes, but it wasn't about finding someone new to replace you. It was... I don't know how to explain it. I thought I was doing what was best for both of us."

"You didn't even have the decency
to talk to me face-to-face,"

you couldn't help but interject, the pain of his abrupt phone call still raw.

"I know, and I regret that," Marc admitted, his gaze not leaving yours.

"I should have been more considerate of your feelings."

A moment of silence passed between you, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. Despite the hurt, you realized there was a part of you that still cared, that wanted to understand why things fell apart.

"Why did you come here today?" you finally asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Marc took a deep breath, his expression earnest.

"Because I miss you. Because I wanted to apologize, to see if there's any chance we could... I don't know, start over?"

Start over. The words echoed in your mind, a tempting offer wrapped in memories of love and laughter, but also stained with tears and heartache.

"I don't know if I can," you admitted honestly, tears threatening to spill once more.

"You hurt me, Marc. More than I thought possible."

"I know," he replied softly.

"And I understand if you can't forgive me. But I had to try, because I can't shake the feeling that we didn't give us a fair chance."

You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored your own. The hurt was still there, but so was a flicker of hope – hope for closure, for understanding, and perhaps even for forgiveness.

"I don't know what the future holds," you said finally, your voice steadier now.

"But I do know that I need time. Time to heal, time to figure out if I can trust you again."

Marc nodded, his expression a mix of gratitude and acceptance.

"Take all the time you need. I'll respect whatever decision you make."

As you watched him walk away, a weight lifted from your shoulders – not because everything was resolved, but because you finally voiced the pain that had been consuming you.

You weren't sure if you would ever take Marc back into your life, but you knew one thing for certain: you were stronger now, wiser, and determined never to let anyone betray your trust like that again.

Love had bruised you deeply, but as you gathered your things and walked out into the cool evening air, you felt a glimmer of hope – hope that someday, someone would come along who would cherish you the way you deserved.

And this time, you vowed, you would be ready.

(A/N: give him a chance or nah?)