Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Don't Cry (Marc Giui.)

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The rain poured heavily the night you walked away. It was as if the sky itself wept for us, for the love we lost, for the promises we failed to keep.

I stood there, soaked to the bone, watching your silhouette disappear into the darkness, unable to call out your name, unable to beg you to stay.

Marc, I should have held you tighter. I should have fought harder. But love, our love, had turned into something unrecognizable—filled with resentment, with wounds too deep to mend.

We fought almost every day, didn’t we? Little things, stupid things, turning into something cruel and unbearable. I was so foolish, so consumed by my pride, by my need to be right.

I never realized I was pushing you further and further away until it was too late.

You were always so indifferent to me in the end. At least, that’s what I told myself. That’s what I forced myself to believe as I lay awake through long, endless nights, staring at the ceiling, wondering when we had become strangers.

But I knew the truth. You weren’t indifferent. You were tired. Tired of waiting for me to change, tired of the way I hurt you over and over again without even meaning to.

And when you finally left, I knew I deserved it.

I remember that night so vividly. The way you turned back for one last glance, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

You whispered, "Please don’t cry."

I didn’t. Not then.

Not when the door closed behind you. Not when the months passed and I told myself I was fine. But now, standing alone in the cold rain, I can’t stop myself anymore.

I was a terrible person to you, Marc. I couldn’t hold onto my foolish heart, and in the end, all I did was hurt you.

I wonder if you ever cried too, in the silence of your own lonely nights. I wonder if you ever regretted leaving, even for a second.

But I know I have no right to ask. No right to reach for you now, to beg you to come back. This is the end for us, isn’t it? Only until the world allows us to be together again.

So I’ll wait.

Not here, not now. But someday, in another life, when the universe is kinder to us, when fate is no longer cruel, I’ll find you again.

And maybe then, I’ll do things right. I’ll love you the way I should have. I’ll cherish you instead of taking you for granted.

And when I find you, I hope you’ll look at me with the same love you once had in your eyes. I hope we won’t have to fight for each other—we’ll just be.

Until then, I’ll carry your memory with me. Whenever tears find their way back to me, I’ll remember our beautiful moments.

The laughter, the warmth, the love that once burned so brightly before we let the darkness consume it.

It’s okay, Marc. Please don’t cry.

Our long journey has ended, but someday, we’ll meet again.

Let’s promise to meet in the next life.