|Football Imagines|

Forever

|Marc Bartra|

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🎶As long as I shall live
I'll hold you dear
And I will reminisce
Of our love
All through the years
From now until
Forever🎶
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"Hey Babe, I just wanted to call and tell you that I won't be home till late tonight, again. I'm sorry. I'll try to be home as soon as I can. I love you. Call me back when you get my message, bye." I press the end call button. That was the third voicemail I've left today for Marc and he still hasn't returned any of my calls, I hope everything is okay.

I ignored the scenarios that were playing in the back of my head on what Marc could be doing and try to finish my paperwork.

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It was now 11:00 pm and I have finally arrived home. I noticed that Marc's car was parked in the driveway; so he must be home.

I walk through the front door setting my keys on the small table next to the door. I figured he would be asleep given the time it was, but surprisingly all the lights were still on.

I walk through out the house seeking for my boyfriend, unfortunately no luck.

"Yemirel?"

Just as I was about to give up on my scavenger hunt I hear my name being called from the back yard.

"Marc?" I say instinctively recognizing the voice.

"In the back." He yells.

I open the sliding door and step outside to the backyard. He turns from the lawn chair and stares at me with a blank expression.

"Hey babe, I'm sorry, I'm so late. Just one of those nights at the office." I mumble walking over to him sitting on his lap. He snakes his arms around my waist, I leant down kissing his lips, normally when I kissed Marc I always felt love and passion in it, but this time... This time was different. It was cold. Almost lifeless.

That was a first.

"What's wrong?" I caress his cheek, gently.

"Just been thinking, that's all." He rests his head into my hand and begins to trace random shapes over my upper arm with his finger.

"So tell me, what have you been thinking about?"

"Us."

"And?"

"And how crazy in love we were and how happy we were." Marc's eyes were now staring off into the starlit night and his fingers were occupied with twirling the ends of my hair.

I was confused on what he meant by that.

Were?

"Don't you think we still are crazy in love?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.

Marc stopped his movement and gazed into my eyes, "can't believe I'm actually doing this."

"Doing what?" I played dumb, fearing for what might be coming. My anxiety level has now gone to one hundred and I feel my palms start to sweat, "o–oh God, please don't tell me you're cheating on me."

Marc quietly stifles a laugh. Why the hell is he laughing?

"You of all people would actually believe I am cheating on you? Yem, you know I love you like crazy." He reaches for my hands pulling them in his.

I sighed In relief. I guess it was kind of ridiculous to think he would cheat on me. I mean we've known each other since the eighth grade and we've been together for nine years now.