Used to Be | Sergio Agüero

chapter four

sergio

you: guess what surprise i got home to

vincent: flowers?

david: balloons??

raheem: food?

you: no but you guys are close

yaya: serg cut the crap what is it

you: a cheating girlfriend

yaya: SERGIO

david: SNAP DUDE ARE YOU SERIUS

joe: *serious

david: MR HART SERGIO AND EMILY BROKE UP AND YOU STILL CARE ABOUT MY SPELING IM RUSHING MY TYPING

vincent: i think that quite insensitive of you, joe. but, david, *spelling

david: i hate you guys

raheem: SERGIO???

raheem: are you joking?

you: i wish i was lol

nicolas: do u want us to go there??

vincent: nice english nico

you: no. she's still here. maybe after training or when she's moved out.

nicolas: gracias vincent

joe: you'll get through it, mate. she's not your first break up.

you: thank you joe

david: mate i hope ur doing ok.

you: pretty ok thanks david.

you: you guys were right. emily was nothing but trouble. should've listened.

raheem: weren't you guys together for two years

you: she was amazing when i met her and for majority of our relationship but recently she's been off, now i know why.

you: gael was she really flirting with you??

samir: sergio mate i'm terribly sorry for you

gael: who we talking about

gael: nvm. i don't know, ask joe.

I groaned as I tossed my phone across the bed. I felt terrible, like I wasn't ever going to recover from this. I felt nauseous, angry, depressed, and all of the worst emotions packed into one.

Joe had a point, though. Emily wasn't my first break-up. There were Andrea, Tina, and Sara.

Sara Cacéres. She was the one I was with longest. Back in Spain, the reporters were all over us. Everybody loved us, everybody wanted a relationship like ours. She was an angel, heaven-sent. And I let her go for some liar.

I flipped my pillow over upon realising how tear-stained it was.

Was I really willing to try talk to Sara again?

I was considering it. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was for being such a jerk when I moved here. I wanted to tell her about how I was so stupid to let her go. I wanted to tell her how I was stupid enough to throw our four years together out the door.

When I opened my Twitter, I tried searching for Sara's name. When I found her profile, she had a significantly bigger amount of followers than she did years ago. My eyes scanned her page for the Direct Message button, but I couldn't find it. Then I noticed:

She wasn't following me.

I continued to look at her profile before realising what she had put in her location.

Manchester, England

Hah, I mentally joked, probably our new physio.

Sara had always wanted to be a doctor. That was why she couldn't come with me to Manchester, because she was still finishing medical school. Then, when she graduated, I broke up with her.

I threw my phone once more. This time it actually fell off the bed, but I didn't care. This was the worst feeling I had felt in so long.

There were several loud knocks on the door.

"Sergio," Emily said, "I need to get my clothes and everything else."

Groaning again, I grabbed my phone and my car keys. I stormed out of the room and out of the house.

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dedicated to TheDieHardMadridista 😄😄