Author's note: This is a super old request by bloomingdaisy246 (I don't know if you still are around here or interested in this 🙈) that I've finally found myself motivated to write (mainly because it was very detailed and I didn't have to think too much😅) because during the month of August my requests for imagines will be open! So if you want to request something, this is your chance 😁
As always, I hope you like it and thank for reading! 💜
Little summary: Kylian's signing for Real Madrid finally is official, and you find yourself struggling with the move.
A bit of angst with a happy ending from a female reader/pov.
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"So... it is official."
"It is" Kylian smiles. "I finally am a Real Madrid player. Aren't you going to congratulate me?"
"Congratulations" I say, giving him a quick hug.
"Wow, tone down your excitement" he laughs. "Aren't you happy for me?"
"I am."
"Then?"
"Then what, Kylian?"
"Then why do you look so... miserable? This is huge for my career, you know? I've signed for the best team in the world."
"I know."
"Then why are you acting like this?" he asks again.
"Because, because..." I say, nervously playing with my hands, my eyes fixed on them. "Because I'm not going to Madrid with you" I say, my voice almost a whisper.
"What?" he laughs. "What do you mean you are not coming to Madrid with me?"
"I'm staying in Paris, Kylian" I say, still looking down. I can't bear to look at him while saying everything I'm about to say. "I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I can't leave. I just can't. You know how I always get when we go on holidays somewhere for longer than a few days. How long it takes me to adjust to a new routine, to new surroundings, new food, new people... How I struggle with everything. And in Madrid I will be also adding the language barrier because I don't speak a single word of Spanish."
"You know how to say hello and goodbye" he chuckles, trying to lighten up the mood.
"I know we said that we would be together on every step you took regarding your career, that we would support each other no matter what because together we are stronger" I continue. "And I know that this will be tough for our relationship, the hardest thing we've had to deal with yet. Because with your crazy schedule we will probably see each other just a couple of times each month if we are lucky. But I just... I... I just can't leave, Kylian. I'm sorry if I sound selfish, if I'm disappointing you. But I can't" I say, not being able to contain my tears anymore. "Kylian..." I whisper when he gets up from the sofa where we are sitting, pacing around the room, not saying a word. Which is way worse than if he was yelling at me, or also crying or... I don't know. Just talking. "Kylian, please say something" I sob. "Anything."
"You don't want to hear what I'm thinking right now" he says. He's stopped next to the window, looking outside and giving his back at me.
"It can't be worse than what I think of myself" I say, getting up and joining him. "Please, Kylian..."
"No" he spats when I move my hand to touch his arm.
"Sorry" I whisper. "I'm sorry about all this, but..."
"Do you love me?"
"What?"
"Do you love me?" Kylian repeats.
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