Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Tides of Fate (Pablo Gavi.)

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Your life had always been one of order and predictability, a carefully constructed world where every decision was made for you.

The announcement of your arranged marriage to Gavi, a man as distant as he was enigmatic, shattered that equilibrium.

From the outset, Gavi was a cold, aloof presence in your life. The wedding ceremony, while grand, was marked by his detached demeanor.

You were led into a new life that felt as empty and grand as the estate you now called home.

Weeks passed in a fog of silence. Gavi's interactions with you were minimal—polite but devoid of warmth. He seemed to inhabit a separate world, his eyes often distant, his voice cold.

The grand house echoed with the isolation of your marriage.

You tried to reach out, to make the house feel more like a home, but Gavi's walls remained intact. His only moments of softness were fleeting, like shadows cast by an uncertain light.

The nights were the hardest, when he would stare out of the window, lost in thought. It was in these moments you caught glimpses of a man who was burdened by something deeper than just the chill of his demeanor.

One evening, you stumbled upon a conversation between Gavi and a close friend. Their words were muffled, but you caught enough to understand that Gavi had been forced into this marriage by obligations he had no say in.

The revelation was both heartbreaking and enlightening—it explained his distance, his coldness, but it also ignited a resolve within you. You needed to understand him, not just for the sake of your marriage but for the sake of his own happiness.

You began to approach Gavi with a renewed sense of empathy. You continued with your small gestures of kindness, never expecting immediate results, but hoping to offer him a sliver of comfort.

His response was gradual, his interactions slowly warming from indifference to cautious acceptance.

One particularly cold night, you found yourself alone in the library, lost in a book.

Gavi entered quietly and took a seat beside you. His presence was unexpected, and you looked up, your heart racing.

"I used to come here as a child," Gavi said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

"It was the only place where I felt a sense of freedom, even if just for a little while."

You looked at him, sensing a crack in his armor.

"What did you dream of becoming when you were younger?"

Gavi hesitated before responding.

"A footballer. But my path was chosen for me."

You reached out and touched his hand gently.

"Sometimes dreams don’t disappear. They just need a chance to breathe."

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw something—a glimmer of the man he might have been if circumstances had been different.