Summer break was underway, and you decided to spend your holiday in Ibiza. It was just a few months after you broke up with your boyfriend. Pierre was everything you ever wanted, but he was rarely with you. You understood from the beginning that your relationship wouldn't be easy, but you were willing to take that risk because you fell for him madly.
You still remembered words he said to you while you were with him in Australia. You saw each other first time after a long time. You felt excited, but you also felt that there was something missing. It started with occasionally forgetting saying I love you at the end of a call and continued with not saying it at all. He would normally pick you up at the airport, but that time he said you should call a taxi, and when you finally arrived he didn't kiss you. He just hugged you, not even tightly.
"We were meant to be, but not to last." These were the words that shattered your heart. It's true that your relationship wasn't as great as it was in the beginning, but you hoped you could fight for it and change it. You thought that he would fight for you, but he just seemed to accept the fact that he would lose you, and he was fine with it.
The first weeks without him were the worst. You spend most of your time crying in your room. Your sadness was mixed with disappointment and anger. You were scrolling through pictures on your phone, and you throw it against the wall when you realised how much he ruined your life. You were so angry at him. You went to university in France just because you wanted to be closer to him. You abandoned your family and friend just because of him, and all that you got at the end was 'we were meant to be, but not to last'. You were even more furious with yourself because even though he did all these things, you couldn't bring yourself to hate him.
You saw him dancing in a crowded room. He looked so happy when you were not with him. Somehow you weren't even surprised to see him there. Ibiza was always one of his favourite destinations. He was enjoying his summer break with his friends. It made you so furious to see him happy and over you. But then he saw you, caught him by surprise. His smile froze on his face. You would swear you saw a bit of sadness in his eyes, but you quickly convinced yourself it had to be just your imagination.
There was no chance you could stay sober that night while sharing the same club with a boy who broke your heart, so you ordered tequila and then another and another.
The urge to talk to him was killing you. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of his friends, but you just had to know if he's hurting as much as you're. It didn't seem like it. At least, you wanted to tell him how much he ruined you.
"Pierre." His name slipped from your mouth instead of greeting. It sounded that you detested him by the tone of your voice.
"Oh, Y/N." The way how he said your name made you still weak in your knees, and you despised it. "How are you? I'm here on holiday. What about you?" You couldn't believe his nerve. How did he dare to ask you this?
"Yeah, brilliant," you put on your fake smile tried to pretend, but the alcohol in your blood made it really hard to control your emotions. "Are you at least sorry?" You asked him out of the blue. "You know what? Don't even say it to me," you disturbed him when he wanted to begin to talk. "I hate you. I hate you." A few sobs left your throat. You needed to tell him these words for a long time, but deep down, you knew it wasn't true. You still loved him.
"Hey, hey. Calm down." He was holding you. His arms were curled around your body, and you loved it. "I'm sorry. I thought I'm doing the best for you," he explained to you. His friends were watching this scene. They knew how lost Pierre felt without you. He tried to look happy, but at the end of the day, he felt so lonely.
"Do you know what's the worst? I still love you. It still hurts. I just wanna make it stop." Tears streamed down your cheeks. You were desperate.
"I still love you as well. I've made a mistake when I broke up with you." His eyes began to be watery. He was indeed hurt, same as you.
"No, you can't say that." At this point, you were crying. These words meant still too much for you.
"I can and I'll because it's true," he stated. "Let me take you to my hotel. We'll talk about it tomorrow morning," he suggested. He saw that you hesitated. "Please," he begged you, causing you to agree with his idea.
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