running low ✧courtois | ✓

epilogue

to the dearest thibaut,
i just received your six letters, and i honestly am not so sure how i'm supposed to reply. there is a vast number of things i'd really wish to question you about, yet, i'm not sure i will do.

i could've spammed you with a gazillion amount of questions, like: "why the heck did you send those letters" or "why do you think i can ever get rid of you", but i'll just tell you what's been up on my mind the last seven weeks.

i miss you. so much. so freakin much. i miss you to an extent i can't describe. i miss how you would lay down next to me, and we would count the stars. i miss how you would buy me ice cream. i miss our date nights. i miss your hugs, and how your comfortable torso wraps around mine. i miss watching your goalkeeper practices, all of them.

thibaut, have you gone mad? how could you ever think i'd let go of you? and "we lost our spark"? are you kidding me? i still love you so much, even much more than ever. i think it's just the fact that the distance makes you feel a little different.

i watched your training sessions back in belgium daily, and i saw how much you've developed. you're such a great goalkeeper, i told you this and always will. and my concept came to life when i watched you play for atleti. you did so amazing, it was a shame i couldn't contact you to congratulate you.

please don't you ever say someone will ever be able to replace you, because you very well know that no one's like you.

i love you. always did, ever will.

p.s i'll be in madrid next week, i hope to see you and spend some quality time with you.

-adelia

[adelia's pov finally! and guys,the book is over! the sequel will be out soon, don't forget to follow me to know when it's out :) ]