“ᵀʷᵉⁿᵗʸ ᴱⁱᵍʰᵗ” “ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃʷᵃʸ.” 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝

                   𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁:𝗝𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

Jude Bellingham is 21, one of Real Madrid’s brightest stars. You’re a globally recognized runway model, walking for brands like Chanel Mugler, and Versace.

You met Judeat a fashion event in London two years ago. It was unexpected. You weren’t supposed to fall for him, and he wasn’t supposed to make you feel like the only girl in the world. For a while, it worked despite the distance, the schedules, and the spotlight. But slowly, his life got louder and yours grew lonelier. He got busier, and you grew colder.

Then came the rumors. The girl he was “just talking to.” She looked like she belonged in his world. She posted him. You didn’t even know you were exclusive, but you were convinced you were the only one. You ghosted him after that blocked his number, archived the photos, and dipped off socials for almost a month.

You told yourself you were over it. You almost believed it until you opened your Instagram DMs.

He’d been messaging you every day for almost a week. You had him blocked, but somehow the messages still found you.

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June 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡 Jude: “I miss you so damn much it’s pathetic. I still listen to that old voice note you sent me when you were in Paris and you said you couldn’t wait to see me again. You sounded so happy. I keep wondering if you meant it.”

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June 𝟐𝟏𝐭𝐡 Jude: “I know you probably hate me. And I don’t blame you. But I never lied about how I felt about you. I just didn’t realize what I had until it stopped answering me back.”

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June 𝟐𝟐𝐭𝐡 Jude: “Today I saw a girl in Madrid wearing that same silver Prada dress you wore in Milan. My heart stopped for a second. I thought it was you. God, I wish it was you.”

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You check his profile, but it says: ”User not found.”

You switch to your burner. His page loads. He blocked you.