Anxiety || fierro

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Querida Aldonza,

I still call your cellphone all the time, even though it goes straight to voicemail where I leave you desperate voice messages. I still send you texts every now and then, begging you to come back, but you never open them. I still find myself scrolling back to our old conversations and looking at our old pictures from when we were happy.

Why do you enjoy making me suffer this way?

Vergara told me I can take the rest of the tournament off, if I want to, so that I can clear my head and get my thoughts together. But I know what he really wants. I can't seem to focus on the field anymore, and that has caused a scoring drought on the team since most of Bravo's goals came from my assists. He wants to get me out of the way so he can try his luck with one of the other youngsters from the inferior divisions. If that works out, I'll surely lose my spot on the team.

But I can't let that happen. I worked so hard to be in the starting eleven each week, you know how hard I worked. Losing my spot would be hitting rock bottom because I'd have lost everything . First my brother, then you. Losing my place on the team would be the end of me.

Hard as I try, I can't find my focus. I'm like a liviing corpse, and I need you to help me make it better.

Sincerely,

Carlos.

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an update for this, though im not even in the mood to update my chivas fics because they LOST. im so upset i cant even think. i even have a massive headache. we lost to fucking leon, who had been trolling us all week. now they actually have a reason to continue gloating. but i trust matias almeyda, and the players are playing well, they just CANT SEEM TO SCORE. and they cant seem to win when they score.

they need to get their shit together before i catch a flight to guadalajara and slap some sense into their gorgeous tapatio faces. okay rant over. i hope you all like the update.

sundays will be my update day for this story now. have a blessed week!

-clary xx