#smart guiu drabble

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Love On The Line

✮- pairing: marc guiu x fem!reader

✮- summary: when a girl and a rising football star meet at an empty stadium to confront their troubling relationship, ultimately deciding to take a step back in hopes that their love will endure time and distance

✮- warnings: this story includes themes about relationship struggles and emotional stress

✮- author’s note: this is my first time writing angst, hope you like it

You stand near the edge of the pitch, the cool night air brushing against your cheeks making them a soft pink. The floodlights of the stadium cast long shadows, creating a surreal atmosphere around you. The stands are now completely empty, contrast to the roaring crowds that cheered loudly earlier. Your heart felt heavy as you stood waiting for him, trying to muster up enough courage to face him, to say what needed to be said.

Marc Guiu steps out of the tunnel, his silhouette familiar yet distant at the same time. He walks towards you with a confident stride, the same one that makes him such a force on the field. But tonight, there is something different in his eyes, a mix of concern and confusion filling his eyes. He’s always been the one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and tonight was no exception to that rule.

“Y/n,” he spoke softly, stopping just a few feet away from where you had been standing. “What’s going on? Why did you want to meet me here?”

You took a deep breath in, trying to steady all your racing thoughts for once. “Marc, we need to talk.” You had paused before speaking again, “About us.”

He nods slowly at your words, his expression unreadable. “Okay. Talk to me then.”

You looked away from his eyes, struggling to meet his gaze. “It’s just been so complicated between us. One moment we’re together, and in the next, we’re pulling away from one another. I can’t figure out how to do this anymore.”

Marc runs a hand through his hair, a gesture you know all too well. “I know it’s been hard lately, but we can figure this out, Y/n, together. We always do in the end.”

You shook your head, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “But at what cost, Marc? Every single time we fight, it feels like we’re tearing apart little by little. I love you, I’m sorry… I don’t think I can keep doing this over and over again, I’m just so tired of it.”

He steps closer to you, his voice slightly trembling. “Don’t say that, please, Y/n. We can make this work, I know we can. We just need to talk this through, to really listen to each other.”

You swallow hard, the memories of your rollercoaster relationship flooding your mind. The late night arguments, the moments of pure happiness, the painful goodbyes that were followed by passionate reconciliations. You know he means everything he said, that he really believes in you both. But you’re not so sure if that’s enough anymore.

“I wish it were that simple, I really do,” you whisper. “But every time we try and fix things, somehow it gets messier than it already was. I don’t want to keep hurting you Marc. And I also don’t was to continue getting hurt all over again.”

Marc’s eyes are filled with a mix of sadness yet determination. “Y/n, I love you, so much. And I’m sorry for every time I’ve ever hurt you. But I’m not ready to give up on us. Not just yet.”

“You feel a tear escape down your cheek, and he reaches out to gently wipe it away for you. His touch is so familiar, comforting, loving, yet it also brings a fresh wave of pain. “Marc, I… I don’t know if lobe is enough anymore.”

He takes your cold hands into his warm ones, holding them tightly not letting go. “I know I’ve made a ton of mistakes. And trust me I know we’ve been through so much. But you mean everything and more to me. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work for us, just name it. Please, Y/n, please. Just don’t walk away.”

You close your eyes, struggling to come to a decision, you were hesitating. It was a mantra, a confession, a plea. And as much as you wanted to believe that things could possibly change, a part of you wonders if it’s too late to save your relationship.

When your eyes finally open, you see raw emotions in Marc’s face. You see the vulnerability, the hope he held. And for a moment, just a moment, you let yourself believe in the rare possibility of having a happy future together.

“Marc,” you say softly, “I love you too. I want you to know that. But we both need to take a step back, to really figure things out separately. Maybe some time part will help us see everything more clearly.”

You see that he looks like he’s about to protest, to try and change your mind, but he just nods slowly, feeling defeated, his eyes are understanding though. “If that’s really what you need, Y/n, then I’ll respect your wishes.” He took a breath before continuing, “But promise me one thing, just one.”

“Anything,” you whispered.

“Promise me that this isn’t goodbye. That we’ll find our way back to each other when we’re both ready.”

You nod, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the sadness surrounding you. “I promise.”

As you make your way out of the stadium, the weight of your decision finally settles over you. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that you’re doing what was best for not just you but him as well. And as the night air wraps around you once again, you hold on to the hole that someday, somehow, you will both find your way back to one another.