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𝘉 𝘌 𝘓 𝘓 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘖 𝘈 𝘓 !

🇪🇸 MADRID SPAIN 🇪🇸

                            🇪🇸  MADRID SPAIN  🇪🇸

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REYA POV

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REYA POV

⚽️ PRESENT ⚽️

1:36 PM

REYA GOT ready as checked the time as she continued to look in the mirror fixing up my jersey as today her and Stacey were supposed to meet up and go to you know who's game as she now referred to him as even if it seems childish or stubborn promise to you every single to she had referred to him by his true name she'd get flashbacks maybe she wouldn't get them anymore if she separated myself from him which she already did, well maybe separate myself more by separating myself from the person dating him? The other side of my brain thought before she slapped out of her stubborn thoughts.

"Parfait!" (Perfect!") I said to myself fixing up my jersey after saying the only word I had learned or knew from French that I'd quit in one day to hype herself up brushing throughly through her silky soft hair that took hours to get that way before grabbing her bag and opening my phone to see a text from Stacey as the address to the stadium.

It had been 7 months since the heart break and the ordeal with Stacey it took a while to actually get over it maybe I still haven't but I'm better now than myself back then when I stayed in bed all day skipping practice because of how terrible I felt while I looked through all the snaps Stacey would sent, the one I hated the most and would be vivid in my mind was the one Stacey had sent me right after the signing of Jude to Real Madrid.

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