Endrick

The stadium was packed. Brazilian flags waved everywhere, and Endrick's name echoed among the cheers of the fans. For many, he was just the number 19 of the Brazilian National Team. For her, he was the player she had followed since his Palmeiras days, the one who made any game seem unforgettable.

When he managed to get a room near the team's hotel, he never imagined he would have the chance to meet him.

— Hi! — Endrick smiled as he autographed his shirt.

She was completely speechless. She could only manage to thank him, and he noticed her nervousness.

Relax, everything's fine. Did you enjoy the game?

The conversation lasted only a few minutes, but it was enough to leave her with her heart racing.

In the following days, she ran into him again at some events organized for fans. Gradually, Endrick began to recognize her.

"You again? I think you've become my official fan," he joked.

She laughed, and the two talked about soccer, music, and their daily lives. Nothing more than a simple friendship, built on quick encounters and lots of laughter.

But there was one detail that was impossible to ignore.

Gabriely.

Whenever she appeared next to Endrick, she seemed to light up any room. Blonde, elegant, and very beautiful, she naturally drew attention. You'd look at her and, without realizing it, start comparing yourself to others.

"She's so beautiful..." he thought.

Looking in the mirror, doubts arose that hadn't existed before.

"My hair never looks this good... My smile isn't this pretty... Would anyone look at me the way he looks at her?"

Even knowing that Endrick was dating Gabriely and seemed happy, those thoughts kept creeping in.

One day, while they were talking after an open training session, Endrick noticed that she was quieter than usual.

— You seem different. Did something happen?

She smiled awkwardly.

Nothing... I just think that sometimes we compare ourselves to other people too much.
Now it's up to you.