Football Imagines

Griezmann 😀 Ruin My Life

I wish I knew what I had when I left - Zara Larsson

Antoine Griezmann
🇫🇷 French National Team
🔵🔴Barcelona

I'm sitting on the patio of my best friend's house watching the sun set.

She comes out of the house with a bottle of wine in hand.

"Solves every problem known to man," she says with a chuckle setting the bottle down on the table.
"Does rosé have a reset button by any chance?" I ask.
"If only," she replies.

We sit in silence for a while before she breaks the silence.

"Are you ready to talk about it?" She asks.

I remain silent when a single tear drops from my eyes.

"I just wish I knew what I had when I left," I say quickly wiping it away.
"We all make mistakes and maybe this is all happening for a reason," she says.
"I didn't need to break his heart. I didn't need to cause him all the pain that I did. I didn't mean to do what I did and I've spent the last few weeks without him regretting every second of that night," I say.
"I know how hard the last few weeks have been on you and if he could see how bad you feel, maybe he'd change his mind," she says.
"I don't think I could face him again," I say.
"Have you tried calling him?" She asks.
"I wouldn't know what to say, Hey Antoine, I'm sorry for cheating on you, let's get back together," I say.
"You two spent 8 years together, I find it hard to believe that he'd be able to throw that away over one stupid drunken mistake," she says.
"What if this is all to show me that what we had was never bulletproof to begin with," I say.
"You won't know that until you talk to him and if he doesn't want to hear anything, than so be it, but you have to fight for your relationship," she says
"Would you take me back knowing what I did?" I ask.
"I know what you did, but I also know how bad you feel about doing it. And sometimes it's what comes after a mistake that matters more than the mistake itself," she says.
"So, do you think I should call him?" I ask.
"That's really all you can do right now," she says.

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I nervously walk down the pathway leading to the house that used to be my home for so long.

I feel more anxious the closer I get to the door.

Before I'm able to knock, Antoine opens the door.

He smiles sadly which breaks my heart because I know that it's all my fault.

I awkwardly make my way into the house.

Him and his messy hair lead me to the living room where I stand at the door over looking the garden.

"It's funny how we would stand here and plan our whole lives together. We'd get married in France. Honeymoon in Jamaica. Have two boys and one girl. Matteo, Thiago and Camilla. Then after a few years, we'd settle down somewhere slower on the quiet coast of Spain," he says without making any eye contact.
"That plan hasn't changed," I say.
"You changed that plan all on your own with what you did," he snaps, "how can I settle down with someone that finds a replacement for me the minute I leave the country for two days?"
"How I feel about you never changed and neither has everything that we've dreamt about for our future," I say.
"You know, I've driven myself crazy thinking about what happened. I wondered what his name was. What he said to get you to go to his place. Whether you thought about how much it would hurt me. I wondered how much convincing it took for him to hook up with you. And how stupid I could be for letting you affect me," he says with a hint of anger.
"Antoine, I want you to know how sorry I am for what I did. I never ever want to hurt you and that's exactly what I did and I've regretted it everyday since. I know that I don't deserve a second chance after everything I've put you through, but there's some foolish hope in me that thinks you can find it in your heart to trust me again," I say.
"Why'd you do it?" He asks sadly.
"There's really no reason that justifies what I did, but all I can say is that I was drunk and not thinking straight. I was mad at you for leaving for Miami and all I wanted to do was forget about you for one night," I say.
"So you forget about me by sleeping at some random guy's house," he says.
"I know how terrible that sounds, and I feel disgusted that I was even capable of such," I say.
"So if my flight didn't get cancelled and I did go to Miami, were you ever going to tell me about your one night stand?" He asks.
"I don't know, all I know it that I feel terrible and I just want us to go back to how things were, before I screwed us over," I say taking hold of his hand, "I want to raise our kids in this house, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"And how do I know that you won't do this again?" He asks.
"You don't, you just have to trust that I never want to see you hurting like that again," I say.
"How do we go about this then?" He asks.
"We start all over. Clean slate. 100% honesty," I say.
"It's going to take a while for me to trust you again, but I don't want to throw away something that has made me happy for the last 8 years," he says.
"I'm sorry mi amor," I say wrapping my arms around his shoulder.
"It's all in the past now," he says pulling me in for a hug.

I close my eyes savouring the safety of his embrace.

"I love you so much," I say into his shoulder.
"I love you too," he says.