selección mx & liga mx | one shots

cinco meses | jorge sanchez

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i lay on the bed warm and comfortable. i was covered head to toe by the fluffy blankets. the best choice i have made was to move in with jorge. i thought it might be too soon but it feels like we've lived like this all our lives. i enjoy every second of living with him

i heard the front door open. i look at the time and realize jorge was back from practice. he came into the room and set his things down on the chair we had in the corner. "hola amor." he pecks my lips and says he was going to shower.

i look at his things in the corner and sigh. this man i swear. i stand up getting out of my comfortable position and go fetch his things. i open his bag and take out the sweaty clothes he used during practice to wash it. i take it to the laundry room and prepare the washer for it.

after that, i go back into the room and keep hearing a phone buzz. i realize it isn't mine. it's probably jorge. he's never given me a reason to worry so i shake it off. until i hear it again and again. i get annoyed and go over to it.

ruby
jorge te amo
jorgie por que me dejas así
no estás feliz que vamos a hacer papas?
ya puedes dejar a la imprudente de tu novia
jorge respóndeme mi amor

i let out a chuckle. i knew it was too good to be true.

i'm not doing this. i grab a suitcase and pack as many things as i can in the short time i have. i need to get out before jorge comes out. i want him to be clueless about it. i want him to suffer. i hope he realizes the true potential of our relationship after this. so that he doesn't make the same mistake.

he's going to have a child. i have to leave them alone. hopefully every time he sees that child he thinks of how our future could've been. i hope every little thing that woman does reminds him of me.

i fix the bed quickly and leave his phone in the middle of it.

i make my way out of the house. i call a taxi and head to my parents house. it doesn't hurt as much as i thought it would if anything i feel relieved. i feel a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

i look at the city as the taxi takes me home. maybe i need a change of environment. hopefully that'll help. i should focus on myself. learn new things, meet new people, view new places. that's it i think. i need to go out and explore even if it is alone.

i get home and greet my parents. they ask what happened and i tell them i broke up with jorge and why i did it.

"mi niña estas bien?" my mom comforts me but no tears come out. i nod and let her embrace me in a hug. as soon as i hug my mom a switch flipped and i feel my eyes brimming with tears. he really wasted almost two years of my life.

my dad joins in the hug and tells me everything will be okay. "tu eres una chingona. no necesitas a ningún tipo para que te mantenga. tu puedes sola mi reyna." i feel myself tearing more at my fathers words.

after calming down, i sit with my parents in the kitchen drinking a tea my mother prepared for the stress. we sit in silence until i break it.

"me voy de mexico." i look at them both and see a stunned look on their faces. "estás segura? no es por jorge verdad?" i shake my head no. "es por mi bien. creó que necesito tiempo para estar conmigo misma." they nod their heads in silence. "esta bien tienes todo mi apoyo mi reyna. lo que tu pienses que necesitas para estar bien contigo misma." my dad sends me a small smile. i thank them both.

now where should i go. america is too close. asia? europe? then i remember my friend ellian. he moved to the netherlands not too long ago. i decide to get back in touch with him. i know this is what is best for myself.