carlos including his pics with fedal in his 2024 dump oh those r his fathers fr ππππ
βGoodbyes are never easyβ
After three children and seven years of marriage, Benedict could still make her smile, still make her laugh . . . and he still chased her around the house any chance he could get. - AOFAG π€π¨
'Loss' - Carlos Alcaraz
|WARNINGS: angst to fluff |SUMMARY: Forever by his side... |AUTHOR'S NOTE: Inspired by today's events...my poor carlitos..
Carlos sat on the bench, head bowed, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He had fought fiercely, giving his all, but had come up short. The gold medal slipped from his grasp, and the weight of the world seemed to settle on his shoulders.
As he trudged off the court, his eyes met yours in the stands. You had been there for every match, every point, every moment of his journey. Your heart ached seeing the pain etched on his face.
Carlos stood near the sidelines, talking to a reporter. His voice trembled as he tried to articulate his feelings.
"I gave everything," He said through his tears.
βItβs painful to lose the way I lost this match," he added. "I had my chances to probably be up in the match. I couldnβt take it. Novak was playing great. He deserves this. In the tough moments he increased his level.
"He played unbelievable shots... an unbelievable game. Iβm a bit disappointed but honestly Iβll leave the court with my head really really high. Fighting for Spain was everything to me. Iβm proud with the way I played today.β He could barely talk and you knew that he was blaming himself, even if he did everything he could to win that match.In the past few days he had been under a lot of pressure: playing doubles, singles and having just a day to rest.You waited for him to come up the stands.
When he finally reached you, the weight of his emotions became too much to bear. Carlos looked at you, eyes red and glistening, his lips trembling. Without a word, he fell into your arms, his body shaking with silent sobs. You held him tightly, your fingers gently running through his hair, providing a comforting presence.
"EstΓ‘ bien, Carlos" "Itβs okay, Carlos,β you whispered, your voice tender and soothing.
βHiciste todo lo que pudiste. Estoy tan orgulloso de ti"
βYou did everything you could. I'm so proud of youβ
He clung to you, his tears soaking your shoulder. βIβm so sorry,β "Lo siento mucho," choked out between sobs. βQuerΓa esto tantoβ¦ para nosotros, para EspaΓ±a, ΒΏsabes?β "I wanted this so muchβ¦ for us, for Spain., you know?β
You pulled back slightly, cupping his face in your hands. βYou have nothing to apologize for,β you said firmly, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. "Odio verte asΓ, amor" "I hate seeing you like this,love" You hold him tighter, feeling his heartbeat sync with yours. "Te amo mucho," he whispers, his voice barely audible yet filled with raw emotion.
"Te amo mucho," you repeat,He looks at you, his eyes searching yours . Slowly, he moves away from your embrace, though his hand lingers in yours for a moment longer.Carlos turns to his team and family, who have been watching from a distance with pride and concern etched on their faces. As he approaches, they open their arms, enveloping him in a warm, collective embrace.They're always so proud of him, and that really fills your heart.
Today he will have a silver medal anyway, so he starts going down the stands to go towards the awards ceremony. Before letting him go you look at him with pride and a comfort smile. He may not have won the gold medal today, but you are so proud of him that you don't care. You will face this 'loss' together, as always and forever.
π£π£π£π£ THIS IS NOT A DRILL ROGER FEDERER IS BACK IN IT
god of war (eliava) headers. like or reblog if you save or use. π€
my grandslam predictions for 2025 :β
australianopen : novak djokovic
frenchopen : carlos alcaraz
wimbledon : carlos alcaraz
us open : jannik sinner
His husband & his son!
"I thought our story may be over. Turns out... it has one final chapter."
seriously what in the couple montage video is this, Nole ;-)
source: djokernole on twitter
No I'm not crying ππ
rafa to roger: oh my dearest you deserve the world if i can't win i want it to be you
rafa to novak: idk depends on the vibes i guess