Alegría | Bartra

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Day thirteen

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one new MESSAGE

From: golum👑💋

I have given your bf the gift, he's rlly nice btw

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I hate how Mariella always uses abbreviations for everything in her messages, making them unpersonally (if you can even call texting personal) and unreadable for a slow-thinking person like me.

But right now I hate literally everything belonging to my best friend; the fact that she doesn't even try to impress people but somehow does anyways, how she always made friends easily and wasn't the shy girl, how her hair never seem to look bad just once and the fact that she saw my boyfriend while I couldn't.

The jealousy inside my stomach grows and destroys every tiny bit of good mood left like lava that's about to spill out of the vulcano.

Even though I told her to give Marc the present from me, a picture of us together at our last real day together, I am mad at her, wishing that I would've sent it to him.

Not only jealousy but also a weird kind of worry burns inside of me like the left overs still being on fire after the lava suffocated them.

To: golum👑💋

Thank you and that's why i am in love with him

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The stabbing feeling of knowing how betrayed Marc must feel makes me want to go crazy; I can't simply sit on my sofa doing nothing and waiting for him to text me.

I kept telling him that I would definitely be the one to win and he had trust in me before everything was completely destroyed.

one new MESSAGE

From: golum👑💋

don't worry i think he loved the present

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That's not really the thing I am worried about...

I glance at the clock above the kitchen door.

It's only ten o'clock in the morning and since I refused to go to school because I wasn't feeling well at all I am able to message Mariella on her first day in Spain.

From: golum👑💋

i g2g c u soon

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How I hate this...

I don't text Mariella back but throw my mobile next to me onto the couch, sighing as I tilt my head back in exhaustment.

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He envelopes me into a tight hug before releasing me from his grip slightly, locking our eyes.

"What are you thinking about mi amor?"

I shrug my shoulders and draw circles onto his white leather couch with the tip of my index finger.

Marc sighs deeply, making me realize that he obviously already knows what goes through my mind.

"Long distance relationships do work" he whispers into my ear and presses a brief kiss to my cheek.

"Mhm" I murmur and keep my eyes directed to the television that's showing some Spanish movie.

Suddenly, I feel a finger under my chin and someone gently turning my head to make me face him.