For the short amount of time you had been dating João, you had known of his depression and hate towards himself, so watching him miss the penalty that would’ve possibly taken Portugal to the euros semi finals, it just broke the both of you.

João was laying in the hotel room bed by the time you got back, his sobs sinking into the pillow.

He had tried so hard and was already getting so much hate.

“I can’t do this anymore”

His voice came, a little blanked by the pillow.