trance | antoine griezmann

Chapter Seventeen

"Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you"
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The green pitch was warm from the sun as the body collapsed in the middle of it. Rays of sun gleamed through the open ceiling of the stadium blinding the only man in it. His trembling knees wouldn't let him get up.

Antoine Griezmann ran away from his problems the only way he knew how. Football. No matter how hard life got he could always count on it to make him happier— until now. What seemed like a glorious idea turned sour as he tried to take out his emotions on the ball. Anger. Sadness. Regret.

With every kick came a new memory stirred from inside him making him loose control of the ball. Instead of letting his emotions onto the ball, he ended up making himself angrier, sadder, and more regretful.

The emotion that dominated was anger. Antoine was angry with everything he had done. Antoine was angry with how he treated her, how he accused her, how he jumped to conclusions, and most of all how he ran away like a coward even after he had snapped out of his darkness.

The frenchman tried to stand once again but was left to feel his legs tremble and emotions build up inside of him. He didn't know whether to scream or cry, so he went with the one that came naturally.

Tears flowed down Antoine's almost perfectly clear face as he gave in and fell to the ground from his knees. Silently, he cried, paralyzed, not wanting to move.

And then suddenly, everything went black.
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"Antoine, Antoine, ANTOINE, ANTOINE," a muffled sounding voice caused Antoine to slowly open his eyes.

The light that was once blinding him was no longer there, causing him to look around in confusion. He found himself exactly where he left off, except Paul Pogba was shaking his shoulders like a maniac. Antoine quickly pushed Pauls hands off of him.

"Oh my God. I thought you were dead." Paul sat back on the grass looking panicked. "Why the hell are you sleeping in the middle of the pitch?!"

"I think I passed out from...."

Antoine searched his mind for what to tell Paul. He certainly wasn't going to say he passed out from crying over Victoria.

"Ok well you obviously need some sleep and food so let's go back to the hotel."

Antoine nodded and continued, "How did you find me?"

"Antoine I'm not an idiot. I think anyone from our team would come here when upset with something. And when you missed dinner we all knew where we could find you, it was just picking who would come get you. But to be fair I did not expect to find you passed out," they both chuckled at Paul's joke.

The boys walked off of the dark pitch into the well lit hallways, Antoine now had his bag on his back. Paul looked over to examine Antoine now that he could see him better.

Antoine cheeks had red streaks down them, some more faded then other. The bags under his eyes were more noticeable than normal and his eyes were red and slightly puffy. Any sane person could tell he was crying.

Upon seeing this, Paul decided to address the elephant in the room.

"I talked to that girl of yours."

Antoine quickly turned his head to Paul. You could already see the tears brimming in the corners of his crystal blue eyes.

The subject hurt Antoine too much and he knew if he would begin to talk, he would cry.  So he stayed silent, hoping that his best friend would quickly change the topic. He didn't.

"She said that she just wants to talk to you. She just wants you to understand. Antoine, I don't think you get it. After all you did to that girl she still wants to be with you more than anything else. Heck and you know what she told me. She said that she came from Paris..."

Antoines head once again turned to Paul. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and his eyes becoming redder.

"..she was visiting her, wait for it, sick Grandmother. Her grandma wouldn't let her stay when she found out about you in Russia. Wanted to see Victoria find love before she passed away. Your sister met her on the flight to Paris and brought her back here with the help of Kylian."

Tears slowly fell down the tanned skin of Antoine's face, some finding their way to his black shirt. Soon enough, Paul's strong hand rested on Antoine's shoulder, doing his best to comfort him.

"Antoine, until now, the only thing I have ever seen you cry over is football. I've been there when I can, helping you do the right things and not give up after. Now is no different. If Victoria is still here after what happened and not boarding the soonest flight out of here, she still wants you. You just need to make sure she doesn't regret it."

And with that, Antoine was determined to get one of the only things he loved back. He needed her. She kept him sane, snapped him out of his anger, and kept him in a trance.

A/N
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