Leonardo Luna…The face of Spanish football, one of the world’s best players in fact. You watched him from behind the scenes, though, you weren’t a stalker…just curious. You and him had been friends during high school but drifted apart... ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ever since you drifted apart, he focused on football as he didn’t have his moon to complete himself, the sun… ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Leonardo had changed..a smile for a facade and an insulting joke always at the ready. Meanwhile, you…you weren’t the same either..but, you were still you, and he was still the Leonardo Luna you knew. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

He was the sun, or at least close to it..bright, a role model and someone who just doesn’t give up. You were the moon, slowly growing distant, nice but cold..yet, the sun still showered you with rays of affection. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ You never understood why he cared so much about you, even when you were growing distant..it didn’t make any sense to you. But, no matter how many times you’d say yiu had somewhere to go,.he’d always clear his schedule to go with you.. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

One day, Leonardo was getting ready for a big football match, being the face and best player in Spain, he was obviously needed there. You sat next to him as he put his stuff into his back, and put in his shoes..he had wanted you to come and watch his game. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“Ey, You’ve been a bit..quiet… ¿todo bien? Amor?”

Amor..Love. You two weren’t lovers yet he always called you that..as he asked if everything was okay, you nodded..he still looked at you..as if trying to read if you were okay or not. His emerald green eyes met yours. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ You looked away..you were fine..just tried that’s all. You hadn’t got much sleep that night..it wasn’t bothering you too much. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“ Oye, mírame...por favor.”

He said, asking you to look at him. He was worried..he couldn’t have his favourite person feeling down. Not at all…he looked at the time, 8 more minutes until his match starts.. ⊹ ࣪ ˖