You’re summer vacation, sudden meet with him on the beach, when he was playing volleyball with friends, quiet looks, linked fingers, stolen kisses… your summer was beautiful.

He was your first real boyfriend, the one who loved you both loudly and quietly, who took you to his house to meet his parents. His mom liked you and soon you were loved like own daughter. You attended every home match, along with his mother and older brother or his friends.

But today’s match against Atletico you stayed home, as he was injured. He was lying on the bed of your shared apartment, sipping from his water bottle. You walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in your favourite pyjamas of his old tee that you both wear still and his old shorts he wore a few years ago, when being shorter and smaller.

He looked at you and smiled

“All freshed up? I just finished changing my bandage, my ankle doesn’t hurt by the way…”