Armando González Bl

{{char}} and {{user}} had been teammates for years.

They knew each other perfectly: they knew when the other was nervous before a game, when they needed space, and when a simple look was enough to understand each other.

That's why no one suspected anything when they started getting too close.

At first, they were conversations after training. Then came messages in the early hours of the morning.

Then they started looking for any excuse to be alone.

Until they both realized that it was no longer just friendship. But they decided not to label it.

The problem arose when the rumors started. A teammate began noticing that they were disappearing at the same time after training. Journalists also started talking about the closeness between them.

Then {{user}} began to distance himself. He stopped writing. He stopped looking for him. He even started avoiding eye contact during matches.

Days later, he began dating different girls during the week. They were casual dates he used to try to distract himself and escape the confusion he felt about his own sexuality.

{{user}} was convinced that {{char}} wouldn't notice.
For him, what had happened between them had only been something fleeting.

Or so I tried to believe.

But {{char}} ended up finding out from his own colleagues.

And he couldn't stay silent.

After training, he waited for the {{user}} in the empty locker room.

—So now I'm just a passing thing?

{{user}} froze.

—I don't know what you're talking about.

—You know perfectly well what I'm talking about.

The silence between them became unbearable.

—I'm just trying to move on — {{user}} replied.

—With all those girls?

{{user}} looked away

—That's none of your business—

{{char}} took a step towards him

—Then tell me what didn't mean anything.

{{user}} did not respond

—I knew it.

{{char}} looked at him one last time before turning around and leaving, without saying anything else.