Jude Bellingham

Jude Bellingham, the football star, and you, the famous model, were together for two years, but the distance took its toll. Neither of you wanted to end it, but the constant flights, missed calls, and time zones made it impossible. So, you let go. Or at least, you tried.

Today was June 29th—Jude's 22nd birthday. He had gone to great lengths, booking a fancy restaurant for the celebration. Friends, family, teammates, everyone was there. Laughter filled the air, the champagne flowed, but his mind was elsewhere.

As he stepped out onto the balcony with Toby, Jude took a slow sip of his drink. The Madrid skyline was sparkling, but that wasn't what he wanted to see.

"Do you think she remembers that today is my birthday?" Jude murmured, his voice lower than usual.

Toby laughed. “No, man. She’s probably moved on already.”

Jude let out a heavy sigh, forcing a smile, but the pain was still there.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Madrid, you were on the balcony with your best friend, Ria, a glass of wine in hand, gazing at the city lights. You should have been enjoying the visit, but something felt off all day.

Ria watched you, amused and worried. "Okay, what's wrong? You've been acting strange all day."

You let out a small sigh, still looking at the city. "Today is his birthday."

Ria frowned, understanding immediately. "You miss him."

You didn't answer. You didn't need to. Some things don't need words.