Carlos Acevedo. ♡

It had taken you so much to get there, finally becoming the backup goalkeeper for the Mexican national team. You felt alive, you had enough energy to be a starter, but it wasn't your time yet. You were on the bench waiting for them to call you, even just to warm up, but they didn't. You were sad. You had fought so hard to stand out and be there, and it frustrated you to feel this way. You were crying in your room, which you shared with the other goalkeepers. Ochoa wasn't there, and you didn't talk much to Carlos; he was quiet.
— Why are you crying? Are you okay? —