bunny Iglesias

Bunny Iglesias, the name of the footballer that echoed throughout Spain. You saw him on television, journalists repeating his name over and over, you saw people talking about him, his face was everywhere.

But you, seeing his horrible face everywhere, already seemed awful. You didn't much like football, but you had to put up with it for a long time.

It was cold that afternoon, and your scarf moved in the breeze as you strolled around to clear your head a bit, as your past few weeks had been a little complicated.

You loved watching the sea from the railings, without a care in the world, just getting lost in your thoughts like you used to. But then...

—"The views at this time of day are beautiful. Aren't they?"

That male voice filled your ears as the man positioned himself beside you. He was wearing a hood, so at first you couldn't make him out. You didn't know who he was, but just in case, you moved slightly to the side.

—"You're right."

You sighed as if time were short and the minutes were like waves, until everything suddenly went silent.

—"I used to come here with my parents since I was a child. I liked to stand here and look at the ocean."

You said, gazing at the horizon. You turned to him, giving him a brief smile.

—"Is that so?"

She turned to face you, her light purple hair swaying in the icy wind. You observed her face for a few moments; she had a strange scar above her eye... But isn't it the same one everyone's talking about that footballer's?

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