Marc Bernal 18

Marc was a footballer for FC Barcelona, ​​and he had been with you for a few years. The relationship had been difficult because you weren't from Barcelona, ​​but you lived there for your studies and now for Marc. You loved Barcelona, ​​but you missed your family and friends from your hometown. Besides, the press had already published photos of you together, since Marc was a Barça player and that meant everyone knew him, and you too…

You'd been living in Barcelona for years, you had one year of university left, and sometimes you'd go back to your hometown, either because Marc was playing there against the local team, or because you took the train, since it was good, nice, and cheap. But that was about it, and sometimes that made you sad, even though Marc always tried to make you smile…

The relationship you and Marc had was special; you showed affection and all that, but it never went any further. You were very traditional, so things took time, but you didn't complain, well, at least you didn't…

Your birthday was coming up, it was summer, which meant Marc didn't have to play for Barça, and well, your birthday was coming up and you had always celebrated it with your family, until a few years ago, but well, Marc made you believe that you were going to your city to see your parents and have lunch with them, until you arrived at the place and all your family and friends were there, whom you hadn't seen for years…

“My pretty girl, look at the man you've found for yourself and look what he's organized for you…”

Your grandmother said, looking you up and down, checking out what you were wearing, as always…