Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

๋࣭⚝⭒🦈˚˖𓍢ִ๋࣭ Embrace (Ferran Torres.)

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You hadn't spoken to Ferran in days. What started as a minor disagreement had escalated into a heated argument that left both of you fuming.

The tension hung heavy between you, each waiting for the other to break the silence.

It all began with a misunderstanding over something trivial. Words were said in the heat of the moment, cutting deeper than intended.

Ferran stormed out, and despite the urge to chase after him, you let him go, needing time to cool off yourself.

Days passed with only fleeting glances and awkward avoidance whenever your paths crossed. It was torture, feeling the absence of his usual warmth and laughter in your life.

Deep down, you knew you missed him terribly, but pride kept you from reaching out.

One evening, unable to bear the silence any longer, you found yourself at Ferran's doorstep. Your heart raced as you hesitated, fingers hovering over the doorbell.

Before you could gather the courage to press it, the door swung open, revealing Ferran, looking equally conflicted and relieved to see you.

"I've missed you," he blurted out, his voice raw with emotion.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"I've missed you too," you admitted softly.

Without another word, Ferran pulled you into a tight embrace, and all the tension and hurt melted away in that moment.

You clung to each other, feeling the weight of the days of separation lifting off your shoulders.

Inside, you settled into a comfortable silence, neither of you needing to explain with words what you both already knew. Ferran took your hand in his, his touch gentle yet reassuring.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of apology and longing.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You nodded, your own apology on the tip of your tongue. But words seemed unnecessary now as Ferran leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

It was a kiss filled with forgiveness, understanding, and a promise to do better.

The makeout session that followed was a testament to the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface during your time apart.

Each touch, each caress spoke volumes of the love and desire you both felt, reaffirming that no argument could ever diminish what you shared.

As the night wore on, you found yourselves curled up together on the couch, sharing stories, laughter, and whispered promises of never letting misunderstandings get in the way again.

The stars outside twinkled in agreement, as if blessing this reunion.

In the warmth of Ferran's arms, you knew that despite the storm you had weathered, your bond was stronger than ever.

It was a happy ending born out of moments of doubt and silence, a reminder that love could always find its way back, even after the darkest of arguments.