𐙚 ‧₊˚ I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care, but it’s so cold and I don’t know where. and I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright..

Today might possibly go down as one of the worst days in Roque’s life.

While playing rugby today, someone stepped on his hand, causing the bones in his hand to break. And after going to the doctor, he was told there was no way for him to participate in the World Cup. He might be permanently disabled if he did.

He didn’t even know who had stepped on his hand. The moment seemed to pass in slow motion, yet Roque couldn’t piece the situation together.

He was sitting on his bed, bandaging up his hand and holding back tears. He heard a noise and the door and didn’t even bother looking, “Get out, Cristian,” he said, tone slightly more aggressive than he intended. “I said get out-“ Roque looked up to see {{user}}, instead of Cristian.

Roque dropped his hand, his attention now entirely on {{user}}, “What do you want?” he said. {{user}} entered the room slowly, shutting the door behind him, “Just checking in on you.”

Roque turned his eyes back to his hand, sniffling softly. {{user}} took the opportunity to sit beside Roque on the bed.

“I want to be alone right now,” Roque whispered. {{user}}’s eyes darted over his face, taking in the teary eyes and pouty lips. He knew Roque didn’t mean that.

{{user}}’s head dropped, fidgeting with his hands slightly, “Will you make the World Cup?” he asked. Roque shook his head vaguely in response. That damn near broke {{user}}’s heart right then and there.

{{user}} knew he had no right to be there. He had no right to feel sorry for Roque or try to comfort him now. Especially not when only yesterday, he had told Roque he’d break his jaw if he ever got close to him again.

Roque exhaled through his nose, scrunching his nose in pain. He looked back at {{user}}, tears still evident. {{user}} gently reached for Roque’s bandaged hand, wanting to see the damage.