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IN WHICH hector comes home mad after losing at the football game
Héctor stormed through the door, slamming it behind him with a force that made the walls reverberate. His usually mood he would come home with, had shattered completely. The once perfectly kept hair, now mussed from the tension of the game, matched the storm brewing in his chest.
another loss. another failure. and it had hurt more than usual today. barcelona had been so close to winning, and yet, in the final moments, they lost. hector felt the sting of the defeat cutting deep. He hated it. He hated losing. But more than that, he hated feeling powerless on the field. The team depended on him, and today, he felt like he'd let everyone down.
When he stepped into their shared apartment, he could hear the soft hum of music in the background, followed by the faint sound of his girlfriend humming a tune while she worked on something in the kitchen. His heart clenched at the thought of her, always so warm, so bright, the complete opposite of him. adriana was his light, his sunshine, but right now, his world felt dark and cold.
adriana, who had been waiting for him with a soft smile, noticed the shift the moment he entered. The way his shoulders were hunched, his brow furrowed in frustration, and the tightness in his jaw made her feel a sudden knot in her stomach. He hadn't even said hello.
She took a few cautious steps toward him, her voice soft and comforting. "mi amor, are you okay?" she asked, concern lacing her tone.
he didn't immediately respond. His gaze was distant, focused on something far away, but he wasn't really seeing it. "I'm fine" he muttered, though the irritation in his voice betrayed him.
adriana stepped closer, reaching out to touch his arm, her hand gentle but full of warmth. "you don't look fine. talk to me"
The moment her fingers brushed his arm, Héctor's body tensed. He instinctively pulled away from her touch, not out of annoyance, but because he couldn't bear the thought of her seeing him like this, vulnerable, angry, weak. "Not now, adriana. Please" he said, his voice clipped.
She stood still, her heart sinking at the rejection. Adriana, who had always been the one to offer warmth and care, felt that wall he had put up between them. It hurt, more than she would admit. Still, she didn't want to leave him like this. She hated seeing him upset, especially when she knew how much the loss had meant to him. He was a fighter, and the weight of losing never sat well with him.
