Cristiano's POV
I sat on the floor. It was all I could do. I didn't want to go to practice. Gareth and Sergio had sent me many voicemails but it was only hers I kept listening to. Over and over.
I told myself not to pity her, not to long for her. I had come home and there was some man trying to get on her. And she was only in her lingerie, lying there, laughing.
She saw me, she told me he was just a friend. I didn't believe her, he was on top of her. And that's when I said it. I called her a slut. The love of my life, a slut. My (y/n), my beautiful (y/n).
The tears slid down my cheeks faster.
Pictures of us which once hang beautifully in frames. Moments were our love was strongest, now nothing but broken glass and busted frames.
They haunted me, mocked me, I broke them. Sitting in a pool of my own blood. The glass having scarred my legs.
I wanted her back I wanted her so bad.
Your POV
You couldn't take it anymore. You needed to see him, needed to beg him. You arrived at the house. His buggatti was parked up front. The front door was wide open.
You walked in. It was quiet hauntingly quiet and dark. And not just physically but she could feel the emotional darkness around the house too.
You walked towards the room and what you saw turned your blood into ice. Cristiano lay on the floor surrounded by blood and broken glass. He lay eyes open unmoving.
"Cristiano!" you screamed. You ran over the glass to him. You held him in your arms, your hands covered in blood.
You hit his face lightly.
"Ronaldo! Cristiano! I'm sorry!" you screamed, tears streaming down your face. "Please don't leave me! I love you please don't leave me!"
You sat on his waist and pumped his chest.
"Cristiano!"
Suddenly he sat up abruptly, pushing you of him. He took big breaths sucking in air.
You saw him awake.
"Cristiano...." you whispered.
You went closer and stretched your hands out to his cheeks, you hesistated, you weren't sure if he had forgiven you or just forgotten what happened.
But it was he who held your hands and brought them to his cheeks.
"I love you too (y/n)," he said.
His lips crashed against yours. You fell asleep in each other's arms.
That was until you realised there was still blood and glass on the floor.
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