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Diego POV:
The nights have grown longer since you left, and the darkness only amplifies my loneliness. Each moment without you feels like an eternity, trapping me in a relentless cycle of yearning and despair.
I hate the fact that I can no longer see the truth clearly. The memories of you are both a blessing and a curse, replaying like a never-ending reel in my mind.
To see you again, even just for a fleeting moment, I find myself closing my eyes. I escape into a world where you still exist.
In those precious seconds, I can almost touch you, almost feel the warmth of your presence. But as soon as I open my eyes, the illusion shatters, leaving me with nothing but the echo of my longing.
There’s an endless torrent of thoughts swirling in my mind. I’m constantly thinking about you, my thoughts racing without pause. It’s as though my mind is a prison, and you’re the only thing I can’t escape.
The memories of your laugh, the way you looked at me, the feel of your touch—they haunt me in the quiet moments when I should be resting.
In front of me now, you appear once more, but deep down I know that you’re just an illusion. It’s a cruel trick my mind plays on me, presenting you as a mirage that only heightens my suffering.
The emptiness I feel is overwhelming, and everything about you becomes a painful reminder of what once was.
Tonight, as I brace myself for another painful encounter with the ghost of your memory, I know what to expect. You’ll betray me again, as you always do in my dreams.
The ending is always the same—clear, inevitable, and heart-wrenching.
Yet, despite knowing the outcome, I can’t help but wish to see you once more, to feel the rush of emotions that come with your presence.
“My baby girl,” I whisper into the darkness, my voice barely more than a breath. The words are a plea, a desperate call for something I can no longer grasp.
My heart aches with the weight of longing, and even as I know it will only lead to more heartache, I can’t stop myself from reaching out to the illusion of you.
It’s a bitter cycle, but it’s the only connection I have left to the love I once knew.
As I close my eyes again, bracing for the inevitable pain of seeing you only to lose you once more, I hold onto the fragile hope that, somehow, this time might be different.
But deep down, I know the truth: I’m trapped in a perpetual state of longing and betrayal, forever chasing the shadow of a love that can never truly return.
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Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine
Fanfiction✨ To feed your imagination. ✨ Welcome to the world where passion meets the pitch, where dreams are crafted with every touch of the ball, and where the ECHOES OF GLORY resonate through the heart of Catalonia. This is a place where the spirit of FC B...
