It's the evening of 14th of September 2025 - exactly 383 days after Marc's injury and now he's expected to play tonight against Valencia CF - the same club that he debuted against last season.

You, as his girlfriend had to show up, along with his parents, brother and brother's girlfriend. Here you were, sitting in the front row, proudly wearing his last name and the new number 22 on the back of your jersey.

The time had came, 81st minute. He's replacing Pedri - your hands shaking, your whole body trembling with emotion - proudness, happiness and everything else that was hard to describe. You tried to blink away the tears but they just escaped your eyes freely, falling onto your cheeks. He noticed, giving you a smile that was full of happiness, of how happy he is to finally be back. He also blew you a kiss and waved, mouthing a soft "No llores, amor." [don't cry, love.]

Almost 3 minutes after, Lewandowski scored, and guess what? Bernal has an assist. You couldn't describe how proud and happy you were. You didn't even care about the tears, looking at him on the pitch with love in your eyes. Despite everyone comforting you, they also cried a bit, but not as much as you.

After the match, slightly sweaty, hair messier than usually, he instantly ran up to you, jumping over the railing and pulled you into his arms, comforting you so much you thought your heart might burst.

"Shh, está bien, nena" He murmurs against the top of your head.