Dear Wendolyne,

Today is the day of your wedding, and you will vow to spend the rest of your days with him. You will promise your heart, thinking yourself happy by his side, and you will leave my heart in pieces. I haven't written you a single letter since the day you handed me the wedding invitation. And every day has been darker than the one before it.

How could I be happy when my heart hurts this way?

You've been so happy with everything. Preparing every last detail kept you busy for months. And when you got your dress last week, you asked me to come along to see it. You said you needed a man's opinion on the way you would look in it, and that no one knew Gabriel's likes and dislikes better than I. Of course he could not accompany you. The traditions of  hispanic ancestors dictated that the groom could not see his bride to be in her dress before the wedding. It was a sign of bad luck.

But it was torture, Wendolyne.

Seeing you in your beautiful white dress that clung to your slim body so perfectly. The way you smiled at me with excitement as you asked how you looked was the end of me.

Because you looked like an angel, Wendolyne.

You looked like an angel.

But you were an angel for another man.

Sincerely, Julio.

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i thought there were more letters left, but there's actually like three more left. so this story is like literally almost over. thank you all bunches for reading and supporting this story, even though i know my german-argentine bae isn't so well known in the football world. 

we need more diversity on wattpad. 

i mean, ronaldo, neymar, and reus fics are great! i've written stories about them myself. but every now and then it doesnt hurt to introduce the fandom to a new piece of footballer ass that we may have never seen before. im open to reading about different footballers ^.^

anyway, enough about that. have a wondeful night!

-clary xx