part 9 : Gone without goodbye

Three days passed

No messages. No calls. No sign of her.

The PSG training ground was quieter than

usual. Dominic was colder than ever-

shouting at teammates, fists clenched

through every save. Damien had stopped

joking, his usual spark dulled, eyes

constantly scanning the stands, the streets,

hoping.

But she was nowhere.

Until a blurry photo surfaced online.

Fiona.

At the airport

Smiling

Next to him-her childhood best friend, the

one both damien and Dominic had

always hated in secret. He held her bag like

a gentleman, arm lazily around her shoulder

like it belonged there. And she didn't move

away.

Paris lost its breath that day

Dominic phone slipped from his

hand.

Damien cursed in Italian under his breath.

No note. No explanation. Not even a

goodbye.

She left.