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It was painful.

Corentin felt like a ghost. Or like his own shadow. He was sort of invisible, and nothing was touching him anymore.

Before Joyce arrival’s in his life, everything was going well. He had everything he could have dreamed for, so much that he did not even think of all these things that he lacked.

And then, Joyce happened.

As soon as she entered his life, she made a mess. Involuntarily. It was an unconscious act on both side. Because as soon as she entered his life, he knew that one day, she was going to leave. And he knew that it was going to hurt him.

His life was blank for several months after the very last time I saw her. It was like everything was useless, and if food did not have taste. He did not have any goal anymore. Playing football was not a pleasure, it was an obligation because it was his job after all. He could not stop himself from watching that sit where Joyce was always sat. He was not even hoping to see her. He knew that she was not. But looking at it reminded him of the good old days.

Corentin did not regret meeting her. Corentin did not regret talking to her. Corentin did not regret getting close to her. What Corentin regretted was himself. He was thinking that maybe he was the problem, that she was just tired of him. That leaving was her only way to be in peace anyway, because Corentin was never leaving her alone.

He was trying to understand what he had done wrong with Joyce all the time. All his reactions, all his words. All the conversations, all the gestures.

Little did he know that he was not the problem.