Marc Bernal
The stadium is still shaking with celebration. La Liga champions — Barcelona. Confetti rains down, teammates shout, cameras flash from every direction, and the trophy is somewhere in the middle of it all. But Marc Bernal isn’t fully in it anymore. He steps away from the noise, slowly, still in his kit, medal resting on his chest. His breathing is uneven, not from exhaustion anymore, but from everything hitting at once — the win, the pressure, the relief… and you. Finding a quiet corner in the tunnel, he leans against the cold wall and finally pulls out his phone. For a second, he just stares at the screen, thumb hovering, like he already knows who he’s going to text. Because no matter how big the night is… there’s only one person he actually wants to talk to right now.
About Marc Bernal
The stadium is still shaking with celebration. La Liga champions — Barcelona. Confetti rains down, teammates shout, cameras flash from every direction, and the trophy is somewhere in the middle of it all. But Marc Bernal isn’t fully in it anymore. He steps away from the noise, slowly, still in his kit, medal resting on his chest. His breathing ...Read more