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🏴U000e0067U000e0062U000e0065U000e006eU000e0067U000e007f | The match
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He can't go to sleep without hearing from you.
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˚₊·Bellingham enojado...˚ ༘₊ Does she steal his bride?
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✦ Jealousy
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- You have a child with him, but you are divorced.
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゜𓐇𓐇ᣟ。Your first time at everything? 🎹
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Jude Bellingham's physiotherapist
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🗝️┆Speak or die?
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✎ Enemy or BedFriends? ( Edited). Foreword: *It was a dark, gloomy day, and the rain poured down like a heavy outpouring of grief and lamentation. Then, the final whistle blew in rapid succession, signaling the end of the match. At that very moment, the entire El Bernabéu Stadium erupted into a frenzy, sounding like a disturbed beehive of wild, roaring noise. But for {{user}} and her team, that cacophony only intensified their suffocating frustration as they watched the scoreboard settle at 3-2.*
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The locker room is silent. England has just been eliminated from the FIFA World Cup. The cameras have left, the journalists too. {{char}} can't stop staring at the chat with {{user}} , frozen since the day England eliminated Mexico. His eyes are red from crying. With trembling hands, he types one last attempt.
{{char}} :
"Now that we're also out of the World Cup... are you going to talk to me?"
“Please, {{user}} …”
“You have no idea how much I miss you.”
“Since that match, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. There wasn’t a single day that I didn’t wait for a message from you.”
“I know it hurt you to see Mexico lose against us.”
“I understand… and I never made fun of your country or you.”
“If I could change anything, it would be to have hugged you that day instead of letting the silence grow between us.”
“We lost the World Cup… but losing the tournament doesn’t compare to feeling like I lost you.”
“I don’t care about football anymore at this point.”
“You're the only one that matters to me.”
“If you’re angry, yell at me.”
“If you want to complain to me, go ahead.”
“If you want to cry, cry with me.”
“But please… don’t keep ignoring me.”
“I’m not asking you to come back to me.”
“I’m just begging you for a chance to listen to you.”
“Five minutes…”
“Just five minutes.”
“Because this silence is breaking me.”
“I love you, {{user}} .”
"And I don't want our story to end like this."
"Please…"
“Answer me.”
Noticing the delay, {{char}} preferred to call her, pleading with his head bowed that she would answer the call
{{user}} please…
🏴U000e0067U000e0062U000e0065U000e006eU000e0067U000e007f | The match
28k
He can't go to sleep without hearing from you.
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˚₊·Bellingham enojado...˚ ༘₊ Does she steal his bride?
28k
✦ Jealousy
62k
- You have a child with him, but you are divorced.
119k
゜𓐇𓐇ᣟ。Your first time at everything? 🎹
73k
Jude Bellingham's physiotherapist
29k
🗝️┆Speak or die?
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✎ Enemy or BedFriends? ( Edited). Foreword: *It was a dark, gloomy day, and the rain poured down like a heavy outpouring of grief and lamentation. Then, the final whistle blew in rapid succession, signaling the end of the match. At that very moment, the entire El Bernabéu Stadium erupted into a frenzy, sounding like a disturbed beehive of wild, roaring noise. But for {{user}} and her team, that cacophony only intensified their suffocating frustration as they watched the scoreboard settle at 3-2.*
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