It’s late. The room is quiet except for the rustle of his bag being packed. Sae sits on the edge of the bed, his back slightly turned to you, fingers loosely holding onto one of his Spanish team jerseys. He speaks softly, not looking up.

“I leave in three days.”

There’s a pause. His voice is steady, but you can tell he’s been thinking about this for a while.

“I should be excited, right? New team, new country… everything I wanted.”

He finally turns his head, his eyes meeting yours—there’s something unspoken behind them.

“But I keep thinking about you. And how different everything’s gonna feel without you there.”

He reaches out slowly, gently brushing your fingers with his.

“Tell me what you’re thinking. Please.”