Eternal Roses

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Génesis POV 
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It had been six weeks since the incident with Agustín and it had been quiet ever since. When Aurora and Mateo had burst into the room as if the world was ending, when in reality the big fucking problem was Rora being dramatic and asking for a divorce. 

They had left last week to finally go on their honeymoon and I was happy they were getting some alone time because they truly deserved some time alone. Rora sent me pictures every day and she was glowing with pure bliss and happiness spending time with her husband.

However, I wish I could say the same for things over here. The last three weeks I have barely seen Matías or spoken more than a hello to him before he's off to his office or a meeting. I'm not particularly mad about it I know things can get busy and I expected it to, but it's more like he's avoiding me completely. 

I try to stay up until he comes in the room but by the time he comes in I'm out cold and then when I wake up he's gone again. I haven't spent time in my own office since it's right across from his and I rather not risk the chance of running into him. 

Instead, I've spent every waking moment in the gym downstairs getting back into my workout routine. Since things had been quiet or the last time I spoke to Mateo they were I knew that meant nothing but trouble was behind the scenes and when it happened I wanted to make sure I was ready. 

I also as much time as I could to talk to my family, they seemed to be enjoying the states and were looking into hopefully relocating permanently. It made me sad to think about being so far from my family, however, I knew part of the reason they wanted to move was to be closer to Abuela. Plus, Papa thought it could be more beneficial to have eyes all over. 

He knew the four of us could handle business here and he could handle relations closely in the states. To be fair it was a good point, I just never expected this to be my life.

Between Aurora being gone, Matías ignoring me, my family being so far, and a war looming over our heads my stress and anxiety were through the fucking roof. I didn't want to talk to anybody about it because I didn't want to burden anyone with my issues. The one person I would talk to wasn't speaking to me either so I was truly out of ideas. 

For the first two weeks of him not speaking to me, I overthought every possible scenario in my head from the best to the ultimate worse. After breaking my own heart a few thousand times, I concluded that not only did I not care what Matías had going on. If he wanted to be a fucking asshole I'd be an even bigger one. 

I finished up my rounds on the punching bag and began to catch my breath while releasing my hands from my wraps. Even with wrapping my hands I still managed to scrape my knuckles some, my manicure was still intact though so I could care less about the manicure. I grabbed my water bottle and made my way towards the stairs so I could go to the room and shower. 

I had been basing my entire schedule around avoiding Mat, I had about an hour to spare before he'd make his way back upstairs to be in the room. I've been taking the stairs still as well, the workers in the house thanked me for asking him to place elevators around the manor. I was happy they appreciated them, however, as stubborn as I was refused to take them. 

Since I had been working out again they didn't bother me much anyway, I knew they bothered him because Camila came to me last week to 'relay a message'. The message of course insisted I stopped taking the stairs and take the elevator. I didn't want to send her back with a disrespectful message I knew she was too respectful to relay, so I politely said no, but informed her to tell him to add a few words around it.