Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

๋࣭ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Eternal Sunshine (Alejandro Balde.)

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You sit in the small, sterile room, the hum of the machine barely noticeable over the disjointed noise of your thoughts. The room's pale blue walls feel like a prison, contrasting sharply with the vivid memories you're about to erase.

You’ve made up your mind. Ansu Fati is going to be wiped from your memory, a decision that seemed right the moment you entered the clinic.

The technician’s voice breaks through your reverie.

“Are you ready?” they ask, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You nod, your heart racing despite your attempts to calm it. You clutch the armrests as the machine whirs to life, the sensations of drifting into sleep overtaking you.

The familiar warmth spreads, like being wrapped in a heavy blanket. The room fades away, and you find yourself slipping into the recesses of your memories.

The first memory that surfaces is of you and Ansu laughing together, his voice bright and infectious.

You’re at a vibrant  café, a warm summer’s day, your laughter mingling with the clinking of coffee cups.

As the memory plays out, you feel a pang of regret. But the machine presses on, pulling you through the timeline of your relationship.

You see moments of tenderness, of shared dreams and quiet nights. You remember the way he looked at you, with an affection that seemed unshakeable.

Yet, intertwined with these are memories of arguments, misunderstandings, and eventually, the silent tension that led to the end.

The pain of the breakup hits you with renewed force, and you clutch your chest, feeling the ache of it all over again.

Each memory fades slowly, replaced by a blankness that feels both freeing and unsettling. You’re almost at the end now, the last vestiges of Ansu slipping away.

Just as you reach the final memory, a strange sense of tranquility washes over you. You’re about to be free of him completely, but a sudden jolt brings you back.

The machine shuts down, and the room comes back into focus. The technician is looking at you with a practiced calmness.

“All done,” they say, helping you out of the chair.

You leave the clinic, a sense of disorientation lingering. The streets outside seem unfamiliar, as if you’re seeing them for the first time.

You try to focus on moving forward, but a gnawing emptiness lingers in the corners of your mind.

Days pass, and the sense of loss begins to settle. You’re adjusting to life without the memories of Ansu, and yet, something feels off.

It’s as if a part of you is missing. One afternoon, while wandering through a park, you bump into a young man who’s absorbed in his phone.

He looks up and smiles apologetically.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t see you there.”

You’re struck by something about him, a familiarity you can’t quite place.

His name is Alejandro, Alejandro Balde.

You find yourselves talking, and as the conversation flows, you realize he’s kind, attentive, and surprisingly easy to talk to. He seems to sense your underlying tension and gently tries to draw you out.

Weeks turn into months, and Alejandro becomes a constant presence in your life. His warmth and understanding begin to fill the void that the memory of Ansu left behind.

You share laughter and deep conversations, and with every passing day, you start to feel a connection that’s both refreshing and comforting.

One evening, as you sit together in a cozy café, Alejandro looks at you with a curious expression.

“Is everything okay? You seem a bit... different lately.”

You pause, considering how to explain the gaps in your memory, the void left by someone you’ve forgotten.

“It’s a bit complicated,” you finally say. “I had to erase someone from my memory, and it’s been strange adjusting to life without those memories.”

Alejandro listens intently, his eyes reflecting understanding and concern.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. But it seems like you’re finding a way to move forward. Just know that I’m here, if you need anything.”

You nod, grateful for his presence. As time passes, you come to appreciate Alejandro’s role in your life more deeply.

The memories of Ansu Fati may have been erased, but in their place, you’re building something new and hopeful with Alejandro.

In the end, you realize that sometimes, letting go of the past isn’t about erasing it but finding a way to move forward with new possibilities.

And as you walk hand in hand with Alejandro through the streets, the future seems bright and full of promise, untainted by the shadows of what was left behind.