Fools. (Cressi/Lionaldo) (Cristiano Ronaldo/Lionel Messi)

Part Twenty Two.

To: My Babyyy 😍

Soooo 😳

To: Crisssss 😛

Not now Cris.

To: My Babyyy 😍

Leo 😔 come on.. I know your sad

To: Crisssss 😛

I'm serious Cris. Not. Now.

To: My Babyyy 😍

Want me to come see you? 😘🥰

To: Crisssss 🙄

Goodnight.

To: My Babyyy 😍

😭

To: My Babyyy 😍

Leo please 😢🥺🥺

To: My Babyyy 😍

Fine.. 😤😓 whatever. Be that way.

To: Crisssss 🙄

Why is everything about you? Why can't I just have one night to myself?

To: My Babyyy 😍

🤔 I never said everythings about me????

To: Cristiano

You may not say it but you act like it! God, you're just so annoying sometimes. I can't stand it. I tell you 'not now' and you still go blabbering on, just let me have some ALONE TIME for gods sake. I don't need you constantly there in my life pretending to care. I'm so sick of you acting like you're better than everyone else, putting yourself up on a pedestal. Wanting all of us to bow down to you, all that cockiness and arrogance shoved in our faces and down our throats. You know what Cris? I'm done. Stop talking to me and take your fake pity elsewhere. Don't contact me ever again.

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Leo threw his phone to the side, tears running down his face. He was upset, angry at himself, his teammates, the world, even Cris. He heard his phone go off, a call coming through but he didn't answer. Didn't even budge. Several more calls tried coming through, each time he felt his heart shatter more and more. Soon it felt like he just had a pile of dust in his chest, an empty hollow feeling. He dreaded each call, each ring only serving to hurt him even more. Tears slowly slipped down his cheeks, a sore raw feeling in his throat from the sobs he was letting out.

Not too long later, the calls stopped. The phone silent. The room silent.

The only sound Leo could hear was the rhythmic pounding of his heartbeat, a faint ringing in his ear, the quiet sniffles he let out. He felt awful, fucking awful. As he stared at nothing, eyes seeing only darkness, he could only feel regret.

He shouldn't have said that. He didn't mean it. God, he didn't mean it. None of it.

Leo's hands were shaking as he forced himself to sit up, that in and of itself was a struggle. His fingers felt numb, and his eyes hurt from all the crying he'd done. He stared at the phone on his bed, hoping, praying that a call would come through. That Cristiano would call again so he could pick up this time and cry to him. Apologize profusely about his message... But nothing came through. The screen stayed dark.

A wrecked sob broke through as he realized he'd pushed Cristiano away, the one person in his life that he had an actual chance at pure happiness with. The one person who was always there for him for the past few years. So many years. All for nothing, just washed down the drain, all because Leo couldn't control his temper. Couldn't bite his tongue. Lashing out like a child.

Leo whimpered and curled in on himself, knees drawn up to his chest. Head tucked down, forming a comforting ball around himself.

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Cristiano wiped away the tears that managed slip out, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to get away from Gio and the kids. Not wanting to alarm them. He rushed to the room, holding his phone close to his chest, reading the message over and over. Leo couldn't mean it, right? He didn't, there's no way. He never talked like that.

"Leo, pick up." He tried calling again, closing the door behind himself. The phone rang and rang, but nothing. Silence. Voicemail box. So he tried again.

Dial the number. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail box.

Dial the number. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail box.

Cristiano wanted to cry out, wanted to just scream out his frustrations, trying again and again to reach him. But nothing... His heart was broken, it felt like it'd been ripped out of his chest and thrown onto the ground. Stomped on and kicked around.

He stopped after getting the voicemail box again, he didn't even know how many times he'd called.

"Hey sorry, it seems I missed your call. I'm probably busy doing something else or I'm just not near my phone at the moment. If you want to, um, leave your name and your phone number and I'll try to call you back as soon as possible."

Cristiano held onto that voice, Leo's soft spoken voice... He didn't wait to hear the beep and hung up quickly. He stumbled and his back hit the wall, he never felt this weak before, his knees felt wobbly, he couldn't stand... His heart was pounding way too fast, his breathing shaky and his hands were trembling. He had to cover his mouth with both hands as he sobbed, the noise muffled and his tears slid down his cheeks only to soak into the fabric of his sleeves. He slid down the wall, curling into himself as soon as he reached the floor.

*****

Omg guys I'm so sorry, this wasn't supposed to be that sad but it just happened to turn out that way after I finished it 😭 I'm sorry, that was gutwrenching. :(