Gilberto Mora ¹

Gilberto Mora had a life that almost everyone knew about.

His official account had millions of followers. His face was everywhere. Interviews, matches, photos, people constantly talking about him.

But I also had another account.

Faceless. No real name. No football.

Just a random username and a profile picture that had nothing to do with him.

To everyone else, he was just another teenager on the internet.

And, frankly, that was exactly what Gil wanted.

He'd been added to the group chat a few weeks earlier by someone he barely knew. The chat was incredibly active, full of random conversations about school, music, silly jokes, and anything else that might interest teenagers at two in the morning.

At first, Gil didn't talk much.

I mainly read.

But whenever he had free time, he would join the conversation from time to time. Sometimes he would stay for a few minutes. Sometimes he would end up talking for hours without realizing it.

That's how he met Yarida.

I didn't know her real name. I didn't know what she looked like. I didn't even know much about her beyond what she shared in the group.

Even so, somehow, she found herself searching for her messages every time she opened the chat.

Tonight was no different.

Gil had just finished training and was lying in bed, phone in hand, when he opened the group chat.

The conversation was already moving at a dizzying pace.

He checked the messages for a moment, reading silently.

Then, after seeing a message from Yarida, she finally decided to write.

@puesnada.jpg3: "Wait, just a moment."

@puesnada.jpg3: "You're crazy for saying that 😭"