Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

๋࣭⚝⭒🦈˚˖𓍢ִ๋࣭ Extrañando al tiburón (Ferran Torres.)

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It had been weeks since you last saw Ferran Torres on the field, and every match felt like a reminder of his absence.

As a die-hard FC Barcelona fan, you were used to the thrill of watching him glide past defenders, scoring goals that sent the Camp Nou into a frenzy.

But since his injury, everything felt different—less vibrant, less exciting.

Sitting on your couch, the glow of the television screen illuminating the room, you scrolled through social media, your heart sinking at each post highlighting the team's victories without him.

The news of his right hamstring injury stung—he was sidelined for at least six weeks.

"Six weeks!" you muttered to yourself, feeling the weight of the words. It felt like an eternity, especially when the team was on a roll.

In the quiet of your room, you reminisced about the moments that made you a fan. From the first time you saw him play to the countless matches where his goals lit up your evenings, Ferran was more than just a player; he was a beacon of hope and excitement.

You missed his smile, the way he celebrated with the fans, and the passion he brought to every match.

One afternoon, the world outside felt unusually bright, and you decided to take a walk to clear your head. You strolled through the streets of your neighborhood, lost in thought.

The sounds of busy life filled your ears—the laughter of children playing, the chatter of friends meeting up, the distant sounds of traffic.

But all you could think about was Ferran, wishing he would hurry back to the pitch.

As you rounded a corner, still lost in your thoughts, you bumped into someone, nearly dropping your phone.

"Oh, I’m so sorry!" you exclaimed, looking up. Your heart stopped as you recognized the familiar face staring back at you.

It was Ferran Torres. He looked a bit different, sporting a casual outfit, but there was no mistaking that warm smile.

“Hey, no worries! I wasn’t watching where I was going either,” he said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

You couldn’t believe it.

Ferran Torres—your favorite player, standing right in front of you. Your heart raced, and for a moment, the world around you faded away.

“I… I’m a huge fan! I’ve missed you on the pitch!” you managed to stammer, your excitement bubbling over.

Ferran’s expression softened, a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes.

“Thank you, that means a lot. It’s been tough for me too, being out of the game. I can’t wait to get back,” he replied, his tone sincere.

You felt a surge of empathy for him.

“I can’t imagine how frustrating it must be. We all miss you so much,” you said, your voice filled with genuine concern.