Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Love You to Death (João Félix.)

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There’s no sound, only a slow, thrumming pulse that feels as if it’s counting down to something inevitable. Your mind drifts, somewhere between awake and asleep, but you can’t open your eyes.

Darkness presses in, thick and inescapable, and you wonder if this is what it feels like to be lost in someone so deeply that they become your world, your light… and maybe, your shadow.

Somewhere in the depths of that darkness, you feel João. The warmth of his skin, the subtle pressure of his hands as they once held yours. You remember every detail of him, his intense gaze that seemed to peel back the layers you kept hidden from everyone else.

His words, often soft but meaningful, sink into your heart like anchors. It’s that love—the one that grips you, that made you believe it was the only thing worth holding onto.

Even now, with eyes shut and the weight of something unseen pressing you down, you can feel that mark he left. It’s unerasable, etched into you like a brand that will never fade.

Every beat of your heart reminds you of his presence, a love so fierce it hurts.

You recall the days when it was simpler, before this overwhelming feeling took hold. You and João, laughing in some tucked-away corner, stolen moments that felt too short, too fleeting.

But you know it was never meant to be easy. Love like this, it tests you, pushing you to the very edge of yourself. And still, you wonder: Can I keep breathing, even if it means holding onto this pain? Can I endure it, even if it hurts to death?

A shiver runs through you as the memories play in your mind. His lips on your forehead, his whispered promises, the way his hand lingered just a bit longer each time he let go.

Each memory feels sharper than the last, a vivid reminder of what was once yours. You realize, maybe painfully so, that he’s not just someone you love—he’s a part of you now, a scar that you carry in your heart.

As you lay there, feeling the weight of every memory, there’s a flicker of warmth that cuts through the darkness. João’s voice echoes softly, calling your name in a way only he ever did.

His voice, gentle yet laced with something deeper, pulls you back from the edge. You wonder if it’s really him, or just your heart holding onto one last piece of him.

The memories, both sweet and bitter, seem to fold in around you, cocooning you in their warmth and intensity. Your heart aches, but there’s a strange comfort in that ache.

Because even though it hurts, it’s proof that he was real, that your love was real.

The darkness begins to lift, and you feel your chest rise and fall with each shaky breath. Maybe, just maybe, you can endure this pain, even if it feels like it’s swallowing you whole. Because some loves are worth every breath, every heartbeat, every mark they leave behind.

And João… he was yours, and that’s something no darkness can take away.