Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⭑｡𖦹°‧ A Glimpse, A Memory (Pablo Gavi and Pedri Gonzàlez.)

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You still remember the first time you saw him—Gavi, that boy who turned your world upside down when you were just thirteen. From the moment he walked into your classroom, a little late and out of breath, something about him pulled you in.

Maybe it was the fire in his eyes or the way he never backed down from a challenge. Whatever it was, from seventh grade all the way to graduation, your heart always found a way back to him.

You remember the little moments that made up those years—the stolen glances across the classroom, the way your friends would tease you about your obvious crush, the way he’d ruffle your hair playfully when he passed by your desk. There were days when it felt like maybe, just maybe, he saw you in the same way.

But nothing ever happened. Life had its own plans. He left for Barcelona’s first team, and you went on with your life. Time moved forward, and so did you.

Now, years later, you’re with Pedri. Sweet, patient, and kind Pedri. He loves you in ways you never thought possible, with a quiet devotion that makes your heart swell. When he holds you, you feel safe.

When he looks at you, you see nothing but love. He is your rock, your home, your future. You love him—truly, deeply.

And yet, deep down, in the corners of your heart that you try to ignore, there’s still a piece of it reserved for Gavi. A small, hidden space that hasn’t let go, even when it should have. It’s wrong, you know it is.

Gavi is nothing but a memory now, a ghost from the past that you haven’t spoken to in years. No messages, no calls, not even a glance across a crowded room.

He’s gone.

And yet…

Sometimes, when you least expect it, he finds his way back into your mind. In the middle of the night, when Pedri’s arm is wrapped around you and your world should feel complete, your thoughts betray you. You wonder if Gavi ever thinks about you.

If he remembers those days when you were just kids, laughing over stupid jokes, sharing dreams about the future. If he ever regrets not saying something before it was too late.

If he, too, has a small part of his heart still stuck in the past.

You recall a particular night before graduation when you and Gavi had stayed behind after class. The room was dimly lit, empty except for the two of you. He had been unusually quiet that day, his usual spark subdued.

You asked if something was wrong, and for a moment, it looked like he wanted to say something—like there was a truth waiting to spill from his lips. But he only smiled and shook his head, saying he was just tired.

You never pushed further.

Now, you wish you had.

There are moments when you replay it all in your head, wondering if things would have turned out differently if either of you had been brave enough to speak up.

If you had confessed before he left, would he have stayed?

Would your life look any different now?

But those questions are futile, and deep down, you know it.

The past is the past.

But then the sun rises, and reality settles in. Pedri kisses your forehead before leaving for training, his touch grounding you back to the present.

He is your now. He is your future.

And as much as the past still lingers, you know where your heart truly belongs.

Even if a part of it will always whisper Gavi’s name.