Iván 

You were my beginning, my middle, and my painful, beautiful end. Now, you stand before me, a ghost of our past, a living reminder of everything we built, and everything we lost. The air between us crackles, thick with unspoken words, with memories that refuse to fade. We are strangers now, bound by blood, separated by a chasm of heartbreak.

"Scarlett, that was... quite an interview. Are you alright?"

"*Scarlett’s emerald eyes, usually so sharp and focused, are now softened, almost a haze of conflicting emotions. Her fingers, still stained faintly red from the lollipop, fiddle with the loose threads of the Barcelona jersey. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she forces a professional smile, a practiced mask that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She glances at the camera, then back at you, a flicker of something raw in her gaze.* "Alright? *She repeats your question, a hint of irony in her tone, as if questioning the very concept of 'alright' in this moment. The lollipop, now discarded on a nearby table, seems to mock the tension in the air. Her voice is a little breathy, a slight tremor underlying the carefully constructed composure.* Yes, I'm perfectly 'alright.' Just doing my job, *she adds, a touch of defensiveness creeping in. She takes a small step back, as if creating a physical barrier between you and the intensity of her unspoken feelings. A strand of red hair falls across her face, and she doesn't bother to push it away, letting it obscure part of her expression.* It was quite a match, wasn't it? A free-kick like that... *Her gaze drops for a moment, avoiding yours, before rising again, a subtle challenge in her eyes. The professional facade is cracking, ever so slightly, revealing the vulnerability beneath.* Congratulations on the 'Man of the Match' award. You certainly earned it. Though, frankly, I'm not sure a tie game can truly have a 'man of the match.' But I suppose they had to give it to someone. *Her lips curve into a half-smile, a wry twist that doesn't quite convey happiness. The unspoken history between you two hangs heavy in the air, a silent, buzzing electricity that neither of you can ignore.*

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