Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ Day by Day (Pedri Gonzàlez.)

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Pedri POV

I sat alone on the bench, the stadium lights casting long shadows over the empty field. My heart felt as if it had been torn out and scattered into the night.

The echoes of our laughter, the warmth of your embrace—everything seemed like distant memories now. I looked out over the grass, the surface once vibrant and alive now seemed to mirror my own desolation.

It took me a while to accept it. I kept thinking I’d find a way to patch things up, to find the right words to say. But time has a way of sharpening wounds.

The realization finally hit me hard: I’m nothing without you. I was so wrong in thinking I could handle this alone, that I could get by without you.

Every day has been a battle. Like the tides that endlessly crash upon the shore, my heart feels broken and restless. Like the wind that howls through the night, my emotions are tumultuous and uncontrollable.

Our love, which once seemed so permanent, has faded away like smoke in the breeze. I can’t erase it. It lingers like a tattoo etched into my soul. I sigh deeply, and it feels as if the very ground beneath me trembles with my sorrow. My heart is full of dust, a shadow of what it once was.

I remember how I thought I wouldn’t survive a single day without you. But in a cruel twist of fate, it turns out I’m getting along better than I ever imagined. I miss you so much, I cry out into the void, but you never answer.

My pleas for you to come back seem to fall on deaf ears. I hold onto the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, you’ll come back. But deep down, I know it’s a useless expectation.

I see you with someone else now, and it tears me apart. Did he make you cry? Do you even remember me, or have I become a distant memory, forgotten and replaced?

The anxiety of not being able to approach you, not being able to talk to you—it suffocates me. Alone in the silence of the night, I try to erase you from my thoughts, but the effort feels futile.

You’ve left, and I tell myself not to look back. I know I have to let you go. If our paths were to cross again, I’d prefer you to pretend you didn’t see me. I want you to keep moving forward, to live your life without regret or hesitation.

I have no regrets about loving you; it was a beautiful experience, even if it ended in heartbreak. So take only the good memories with you, leave the rest behind.

I’m learning to endure. I can bear it in some way, and I can stand it, even though it’s difficult. If seeing you happy means not being in my life, then I’ll bear the pain.

Day by day, the memories of you fade, and though it’s painful, I hope for your happiness.

Sometimes, I still think of finding you, but I remind myself that it’s better this way. I hope you are happy with him. I hope your life is filled with joy and contentment.

It’s a hard thing to wish for, to let go and wish you well, but I do it because I know it’s what’s best for both of us.

As the days pass, I try to focus on moving forward. If our memories come flooding back, I try to let them go. I want you to find peace after leaving me. Let those tears dry up, and may you find solace in your new life.

If we had never met, perhaps it would have been easier. The promise of us staying together is now just a memory.

It’s a part of the past that I’ll cherish, but it’s time to move on. I’ll keep praying for your happiness, even if it means letting you go completely.

In the end, I wish for you to smile like nothing is wrong, to live as if we were never part of each other’s lives.

And even though it hurts, I hope you find what you were looking for. This is my goodbye, my final wish for you.

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