Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ Fine (Pedri Gonzàlez.)

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You never imagined that a ripped piece of paper would become the vessel for your deepest feelings. Yet here you are, scribbling on it, the ink smudged with the weight of your emotions.

The paper is small, insignificant, but it’s the only thing that feels real to you at the moment. Pedri’s name is scrawled across it, alongside words that echo in your heart.

It was supposed to be simple. The break-up was meant to be clean, with a mutual understanding that sometimes things just don’t work out.

But as time stretches on, those promises of moving on and finding happiness seem distant, unreal.

One day, one month, one year later, and you're still entangled in the memories that fill your days.

You remember the first time you met Pedri, how his presence brought a lightness to your life that you hadn't known before. His laughter, so genuine and contagious, made you feel alive.

But now, it’s the shadow of his smile that lingers, making the days seem longer, filled with the echo of what once was.

You look around your room, now a chaotic reflection of your inner state. Your hair is pulled back in a messy bun, and you’re surrounded by half-packed boxes, reminders of a life you thought you’d build together.

You move from one corner of the room to another, searching for something to anchor yourself, but the feeling of emptiness persists.

The overwhelming sensation of having to do something, anything, to distract yourself from the truth is familiar.

You pace around, not quite knowing what you're looking for, but hoping that the act of moving might somehow shift the heaviness in your heart.

It doesn’t work. It never really does.

Everywhere you go, you find yourself surrounded by conversations, faces that blend into one another, meaningless jokes and small talk that only seem to highlight your isolation.

You put on a brave face, trying to mimic normalcy, but it’s a mask that barely hides the pain. Behind the smile, you’re still grappling with the reality that it’s not fine.

The words you keep trying to swallow, the promises you made to yourself—they don’t come easily.

The last moments you shared with Pedri replay in your mind like a broken record. The final “take care” felt like a hollow conclusion to what was once a vibrant chapter of your life.

You can’t forget how those words, meant to be a simple farewell, now linger in the air, unresolved.

You think about him often, despite telling yourself it’s time to move on. You wonder if he’s found solace in his new routine, if he’s smiling and reminiscing as he said he might. But you find no comfort in this thought.

Not yet, you tell yourself, and it feels like a cruel joke.

As you look back at the ripped piece of paper, your thoughts and emotions bleed into its frayed edges.

You realize that it’s not just about moving on, it’s about coming to terms with the fact that some things take time, and some wounds take longer to heal than others.

In the end, you know that it won’t be easy. You’re still grappling with the lingering feelings, the unresolved emotions that make it difficult to fully let go.

The pain may fade with time, but for now, it’s a part of you, woven into the fabric of your daily existence. And that’s okay.

For now, you fold the piece of paper and tuck it away, a small reminder of what you’re going through. You hope that someday, one day, it will be easier.

Until then, you take each day as it comes, trying to find moments of peace amidst the turmoil.

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