he was your best friend and you were always there for him and he was too. you lived together, separate rooms though.

today barcelona was going against real madrid in the supercopa final and of course you were there.

unfortunately for you, the barca players, and the fans, the match ended 4-1 in favour of madrid.

you were waiting outside the locker room when you saw a tired gavi walk out, his head down. “let’s go home, please.” are the first words out of his mouth.