Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋅˚.⋆☾⁺₊ ‧ Apology (Jules Koundé.)

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Koundé POV

I always found you waiting at the same spot. It was your place, a quiet corner where the city seemed to pause just for you.

It was there, with the soft glow of street lamps casting a gentle light, that you'd wait for me. But no matter how often you were there, I was missing, my absence a constant shadow over your hope.

You shouldn’t have trusted me. When I promised to protect you, to stand by your side and keep you safe, it was a lie, a foolish assurance I couldn’t keep.

Today, like so many other times, the typical scenes from TV dramas seemed to mock me. There I was, running from my mistakes, feeling like a criminal.

You were upset, your frustration clear as you yelled at me once again.

"Go away," you said. It was a command I had no choice but to follow.

I knew you saw me for what I was—selfish, consumed by my own needs. You sought my attention, something I couldn’t give.

You even left behind a photo, a simple reminder of what I was losing. I thought only of myself, even as we were nearing our final moments together.

I’m so sorry.

Sorry for failing to protect you, for not being the partner you deserved. I hope you can move on and live a good life, even if it means forgetting me. It hurts to think about it, but it’s what’s best.

That promise we made—to be together forever—is no longer exists. I’m sorry for breaking it, for not being able to keep you safe.

My nights are spent elsewhere, surrounded by friends, chasing distractions. I’m out all night, leaving behind a missed call from you, the phone face down and silenced.

Today, a song we once loved played on the radio. It brought back memories, but I was still running away from what I had lost.

You yelled at me again, your voice echoing my failures.

"Go away," you said, and I did.

Among the people who come and go in my life, I hope I stand out to you, if only as a distant memory. Tears and cherry blossoms—they all seem to hang low, heavy with regret.

I wish our memories could be like a fleeting sunset—short but beautiful. Your slim back as you walked away, unable to turn back, breaks my heart.

There are things I couldn’t say. I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough, that I couldn’t rise above my own flaws.

Please forgive me for not being the person you needed, for failing to be the bigger person. I hope you find someone who can offer you more than I ever could.

Sorry.

Sorry for not being able to protect you. I hope you live well and find happiness.

Sorry.

Forget about me. It hurts too much to think about it, but I understand why you need to.

That promise we made, that we would be together forever, no longer exists. I’m sorry for not being able to protect you, for not living up to my word.

Sorry.

Sorry for everything.