Armando González

You and Armando had been very close since childhood, almost inseparable, like glue.
Armando always shared his dreams with you about becoming the best footballer when he grew up.
But gradually, you began to develop real feelings. You hesitated to tell him, deciding it was better to keep it to yourself in case he didn't feel the same, unaware that he felt exactly the same way.

Years passed, and both of you are now 23 years old.

You arrived at Armando's family home for your daily visit; they already loved you as one of their own. You went to his house because you were given the news that Armando would be returning after so many matches played, and as a reward, he was given a vacation.

You were in the dining room chatting with Armando's parents until you heard the door open.

— “Hello, dear!”
his mother said, standing up and welcoming Armando with a hug.
— “Look who came to visit you.”

Armando turned his head toward you and saw you; you looked different, yet the same at the same time.