Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

𔓘⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Run To You (Lamine Yamal.)

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Lamine Yamal POV:

I don’t know why it hits me like this—this sudden need to see you. It's late, and I should be sleeping, but instead, I’m lying here, wide awake, staring at the ceiling as if it holds the answers to everything I’m feeling.

Holding back my tears, I remind myself not to let fear control me. I get out of bed and throw on a jacket, the chill of the night air slipping in through the cracks.

I can’t stay still. My mind keeps racing back to you, the thought of you like a steady rhythm I can’t shake.

I step outside, the quiet streets of the city bathed in moonlight, empty, just like the space you’ve left behind in my heart. I start walking, trying to calm the rush of emotions building inside me, but it’s no use.

Soon enough, I’m running—just like my heart, pounding faster with every step, pulling me toward you.

I don’t know where you are right now, but it doesn’t matter. My feet are guided by something stronger than logic, something deeper than any map could show. The compass of my heart, it’s leading me to you.

I’m following the line that connects us, even if I can’t see it clearly. I don’t care if you’re far away—I’ll get there. I have to.

Do you remember the day you told me you'd engraved my name in your heart? You said it so simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But I remember how my eyes grew wide, stunned at the depth of it, at how much I wanted that to be true.

Right now, I know we both need the same thing, the same comfort, the same reassurance. But I don’t have it with me, not yet. That’s why I’m coming to you.

I don’t know how long it will take, but I will find you. I need to see you, to know that you’re okay.

Time moves slowly without you. Each moment drags by like it’s missing something—like the hands of the clock are broken, ticking without purpose. I hear it, ticking away the seconds we’re apart, and I can’t stand it.

My heart doesn’t know how to waste time, not when it comes to you.

All the moments I’ve spent in this place, without you, feel empty. I tell myself that if I keep following my heart, someday that day will come.

The day when we’ll finally be together again, when my time and your time will meet. Until then, I just have to keep going.

The night feels endless, but I push through, imagining the look on your face when I finally reach you. It keeps me going, even when my legs start to burn, even when my chest tightens with each breath.

I picture you waiting, and it gives me strength.

You told me once that you missed me, but I don’t think you understand just how much I miss you. Every second feels like a lifetime without you here.

I’m running now, faster, even though I know I’m still far away. But the distance doesn’t scare me anymore.

I’m coming to you, and I’m going to hold you close when I finally reach you. I’ll tell you everything I’ve been holding in, everything I’ve been too afraid to say before.

And even if my words don’t reach you right away, even if you can’t feel them yet, I’m still coming.

So please, wait for me. Just a little longer.