translated ♛ || a. griezmann

•sept•

At this point I've begun sobbing so harshly and choking, gasping for air that I can't register what's happening anymore. I let everything out, screaming curses to this cruel, cruel world and hollering at my mother for being so ignorant and selfish. Wailing and choking because of how hard my father's death has hit me, and how close I am to just wanting to be gone.

My lungs are on fire, still burning from my run combined with all the pain from my chest before, causing my body to shake and shiver as I'm attacked by sobs, tearing my body apart. I scream at my father for leaving us so soon, and for leaving me in the hands of my careless mother who doesn't show any sign of empathy towards me. I'm choking on my words, and I'm not even able to make out what I'm saying anymore. My French is broken and my voice is cracking, as my ugly voice echoes throughout the darkness of the night.

All the while, I feel a pair of strong arms around me, pulling me up from my sitting position.

As I continue to sob and cry my soul out, his arms are wrapped around my body, holding me tightly and securely. He pulls me in close, resting my head on the crook of his neck. He just holds me in his arms, his hand rubbing small circles on my back as I continue gasping for air and willing every last bit of negativity to be gone.

I haven't cried like this since the day of my father's funeral.

"It hurts, oh it hurts so f-fucking much..." I sob, my voice thick and full of vulnerability, breaking away as I choke and cry out.

He just holds me tighter, slowly patting my back as I let everything come out. It's like a dream, to have somebody here for me as I cried my heart out because of the pure cruelness of the world.

"Just let it all out," he says, holding onto me with his strong arms.

I don't know how long we've been standing here, but I know that I want it to last forever.

...

After what feels like an eternity, I've calmed down slightly. Drawing in a shaky breath, I slowly come to my senses and realize what's happening around me. Although my body has relaxed slightly, I'm still taking quick breaths in an attempt to calm myself, and I'm still shaking.

I look up and my eyes meet his. They're staring back at me with defiance and passion, but also with a hint of worry. We stay like that for a few seconds as I try my best to calm down, my breaths still shaky and his arms still wrapped around me. I feel his hand slowly come up to my face, wiping away stray tears that have fallen out.

I can hear my jagged breaths as they come out in fleeting hiccups, since there's no sound around us except for his soft breathing.

Finally I realize how close his face is to mine–we're only a few centimeters apart.

"I.... I'm so s-sorry..." I choke out, still unable to speak properly because my nose is completely blocked and my voice is thick.

"It's alright, Rosé." He says softly in French.

The way he says my name causes me to freeze. My eyebrows are knitted in an attempt not to burst out into tears again, which almost resurfaces immediately, knowing that was the nickname my father used to call me. Rosé. With the added accent at the end.

I can feel my body shaking again, the dull throb in my chest growing tenfold.

Rosé. (A/N: pronounced "Ro-say")

Once again tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. The nickname just screams for my father, the only person who actually loved me dearly, and the person who left me so soon.

Antoine must've felt or seen my tension, because he immediately looks up at me.

"Rose?"

I just shake my head slightly. I notice that he's dropped the nickname, in an attempt to figure out why I had gotten so tense suddenly. He sighs softly, and just holds me tighter.

It feels as if I've known Antoine Griezmann for years, yet I've only met him two or three times.

I don't know how long we've been standing here, but I know it's pitch black outside and the wind is beginning to pick up. I feel Antoine's arms slowly begin to pull away, until only one hand is left on my shoulder. I've managed to calm down to the point that I'm only softly hiccuping every so often.

"Are you okay?" He finally asks in a soft voice.

I press my lips together and nod slowly. I look up, registering his appearance for the first time this evening. The concern and sympathy laced deep within his precious blue eyes are enough to calm me down. His mouth is shaped into a very slight frown, his eyebrows creased in question.

The wind is howling now, with nearby trees rustling and dust beginning to pick up.

"It's probably going to rain soon." he says.

"Yeah, you should probably head back." I suggest.

"Me? You're coming with me." He says, furrowing his eyebrows.

My eyes widen, "No, no, no. Girls can't sleep in the guys' dorm right? Plus I'm an international stud-"

"Rose."

I'm immediately silenced by his stare. He motions for me to follow him, and he leads us farther and farther away from the stadium.

Through the darkness, I feel like the walk is taking forever.

I don't realize how mentally and physically exhausted I am before everything around me begins turning fuzzy and bright. I'm squinting my eyes and trying my hardest to stay on my feet, not wanting to cause Antoine more trouble.

Soon I can feel little droplets of rain falling, but that's the least of my concerns.

Before I know it, I've passed out on the ground.