Mapi's pov:
After my anger with Ingrid, I didn't know what to do. If I called Ale I would be angry with her for asking her that question without any reason and that had triggered the argument. I was so sad that I felt the need to seek the hugs of a person who had helped me a long time ago and that unfortunately we didn't connect as we both would have liked. Ana-Maria and I had been together for some time but we weren't lucky and we were both looking for different things. I was still in my life because we were on the same team, we talked and we got along well, we just didn't go as far as I expected. Having her close gave me peace of mind and with her I could speak in Spanish, a language that I hardly spoke lately. That afternoon at my house we watched a movie and talked about our lives, nothing else happened, it had been a long time since I had spoken to her and I already missed her, I wish fate had prepared another story for us because we could have been very happy together and I knew it because of our trust, once separated, it was still intact.
I no longer remembered why I was angry with the brunette, she was simply still a bit rough and when I saw her message I didn't feel like talking, I preferred to continue with the good vibes I had at home. What I least expected was that the Norwegian would give in to her pride and come to apologize, the only problem was that she hadn't done it and it had been my fault, again I had broken something that would have been special. I saw how the sparkle in her eyes, her love for me, was lost and how her heart faded along with her words. I could never forget how I lost the only girl I ever loved, nor could I get over the pain in my chest since that day.
Almost two months had passed, we were in the middle of the season. I still remember that we had dinner that weekend and that her flight to Norway was initially scheduled for a Monday, but she changed it so she wouldn't come and not see me. She went with her national team for two weeks. I saw the two games she played, in one of them she was even the captain. I was happy seeing how she was appreciated in her country. When she came back I tried to talk to her on several occasions but she always made me look incredibly disgusted. Even Rolfo now looked at me with reluctance. I deserved it and I couldn't fix it.
I focused on football just like her, I was improving with Spanish and on the field, what hurt me the most was missing her progress and although I was very proud of her I felt a huge void for not being able to celebrate her starting positions and her great successes with our team, but on the other hand when our eyes met in training, sometimes I could see that beautiful thing we had even if it was just for a second until she changed her expression to a much angrier one or simply looked the other way. I was down for a long time, Ale felt terrible about what had happened and tried to talk to the brunette, without much success as she thanked her for focusing her on football, Aitana was always at my house now, checking that I was still eating and sleeping when it was time, as the nights were once again a prison, I tossed and turned in my bed thinking how I could have failed such an important person again, I looked for something that could make the Norwegian come back and put an end to this pain that would end up killing me, two months in which football-wise they were the best but once I left the field the world fell apart.
We were entering December, Barcelona was illuminated by all the lights I could imagine, it was really beautiful. I had improved a little thanks to my teammates, and in football we were playing to get to the quarterfinals of the Champions League, we wanted to win the second and go down in history again. We were all more cheerful again, we talked about trips to see our families, about presents and about playing at the Camp Nou, this happiness caused Ale to organize a dinner at her house again.
Ale: I'll invite Ingrid, she's part of the team and she has to come.
Maria: I know, I don't want you to treat her badly either, she doesn't deserve it.— Ale put her arm on my shoulder to encourage me.
