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ABIGAIL

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ABIGAIL

Abigial was now back in Liverpool, working on her mother's flower shop like usual

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Abigial was now back in Liverpool, working on her mother's flower shop like usual.

It was Abigial's first day back to work since she had spent a few more days in London with Sofia after the match.

The girl had just come back from her lunch break, and she was changing the channel on the store's TV when she heard the door's bell ring, signaling that someone had just walked in.

Virgil had walked in, with a bouquet of yellow tulips already in hand, and a note wedged inside the bouquet.

Abigail looked confused as he walked up to her. Part of her felt happy, he had (hopefully) come to see her. The other part felt betrayed, it seemed like he had gone to another flower shop, she didn't remember selling those yellow tulips, let alone to Virgil.

He handed the bouquet of flowers to her, giving her a warm smile while doing so. He didn't say a word, instead turning around and walking out the little floral shop.

Abigail looked down at the bouquet and the note inside, which read "For Abigail" on the envelope.

She pulled the envelope out, opening it and pulling out the note.


Abigail,

There's a chance you don't want to see or hear about me at the moment, and I'm sorry if that's true, but I can't stand being away from you anymore. Seeing you at the match agaisnt Arsenal drove me insane, and I hated every moment I saw you wearing any other jersey but mine.

P.S. I got these flowers from your mother during your lunch break by the way. I didn't go to another shop, I know you'd hate that.

Yours truly,
Virgil

Abigail's heart felt full for the first time in months. It felt like something inside her had lit up, making her the happiest girl ever.

Part of her knew, mainly assumed, that Virgil's absence had been related to his matches. Ever since she found out he played for Liverpool, she kept up with their matches and watched them play anytime she could.

She 'supported' them due to their locality before but never really payed attention to team or followed their matches.

But now, she absolutely adored their captain- how could she not support them?

The girl had seen the absurd amount of matches the team had been playing recently, especially the importance of some of the games- like the Champions League matches against Napoli.

Abigail knew part of her could never be upset with the Dutch defender, but it made her feel more than happy to see that Virgil would put in as much effort to write a handwritten letter and deliver it to her, with flowers.

It made her feel like she was worth something, and it made her attraction towards the man a thousand times worse.

It made her feel like she was worth something, and it made her attraction towards the man a thousand times worse

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author's note: i hate this but we broke 5k reads !!

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author's note: i hate this but we broke 5k reads !!

and if you saw the unfinished version of this.. no you didn't!

qotd: ucl winners?

author's answer: genuinely have no idea.. maybe city again loll but hopefully barca

published: 04/04/24
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published: 04/04/24edited: n/a

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