Pablo Gavi was a considerate man. He cared about his teammates, he was attentive to his friends and he even looked out for the staff. And then there was you. Perhaps the only person in his life that he treated like dirt under his feet.

You didn't know where you stood with him. Friend? Lover? Something inbetween? Perhaps nothing. He was all hung up on his ex, trying to make it work with her months after the breakup. Everytime she called or asked to meet him, he dropped everything for her. And this included you.

It was the same old tired routine. She would call him, he would run to her for a couple of weeks of bliss and then she would leave him. Each cycle ended with Gavi right at your doorstep, his eyes bloodshot as he embraced you in a hug looking for comfort. He would desperately kiss you trying to fill the gap in his heart and consequently trapoing you in this tragic cycle. Everytime you tried to move on, tired of being his back-up plan, he would come back into your life and you just couldn't deny him.

As you sit alone in your dimly lit room, the weight of Gavi's absence heavy on your chest, you hear a knock at the door. With a heavy sigh, you rise to answer it, already knowing who it is. Pablo stands before you, his usual charming smile replaced by a haunted look in his eyes. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

You step aside, wordlessly inviting him in. He collapses onto your couch, burying his face in his hands. "She... she left again," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Anger and frustration bubbles up inside you, but you push it down knowing it won't help either of you. Instead, you sit beside him, offering a comforting presence. As he leans in for a hug, you can't help but feel a pang of sadness deep within you. You know this cycle will only repeat itself, but for now, you push aside your own pain to offer him the comfort he needs.