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APH: I'll Never Be The Same [Spain x Reader][Note: Translations in the description. ]
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He took a deep breath.
“Antonio, are you listening?”
His elbows rested on his knees, bandaged hands in a tight fist. He moved his right wrist in slow circular motions, feeling a small click each time it arched downwards again. Glancing up at the lady holding the tablet, he sighed.
“Yes, I’m listening.”
She crossed her legs and opened a new file, fingers poised at the keys of her tablet as she looked down at Antonio’s worn face. His hair was unkempt and greasy, showing the first signs of thinning, and stray hairs stuck out in all directions. There were heavy bags beneath his sharp green eyes, which stayed firmly fixed on one spot on the floor. Though still appearing so young, it looked as if he had aged at least ten years since she had last seen him, and that was only last week.
“Now, Antonio, can you tell me what happened t
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Tears streak your cheeks, your grubby hands refusing to let go of the tan ones. “It’ll be all right. I’ll come play with you as soon as I can.” Despite his hopeful words, you continue sobbing. The five-year-old brunette starts becoming worried, hearing the click-click-clack of his mother’s shoes on the pavement. “Look, you shouldn’t cry (Y/n). We’ll see each other again, I swear.”
Looking up, nose bunged with goo, you disentangle your hands and hold up your little finger. “Swear on it,” you manage to hiccup through your tears, sniffing loudly when he wraps his own little finger around yours. “I pinkie-swear, (Y/n)! We will see each other again. Ah,” he pulls his hands from yours and starts searching around in his back-pockets, whilst you smear the green mucus from your nose onto your sleeve.
“Here,” he says and he gives you a thrice folded-up drawing. Unfolding it, careful of your sticky finge