INVISIBLE STRING ― pedro pascal

-MESSAGES, REAL LIFE

TRIGGER WARNING!!!

Mentions of rehab, drug addiction/abuse, recovery, SA, and abusive/toxic relationships.

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2:07PM
MESSAGE FROM:
"Pedro"

Pedro
Please call me if you need to.
I'm always here, corazón.

MESSAGE READ AT 4:19PM

Pedro
Willow
Fuck
You're everything to me.
I love you so much.
I want to hold you and kiss you.
And stop this pain from hurting you.
I want to make you smile and laugh
and keep you happy constantly.
You deserve happiness.
The most happiness.
I don't want you to go through this.
You shouldn't have to.
It's not your fault.
This stupid life we live is the issue.
Not you.
You're never the issue.
Or a burden.
Or a problem.
You're innocent.
The most innocent, genuine person.
Please call me if you need me.
Im always here.
I will always be here.
You're the light of my life and I
cannot live without you now.

Message not delivered.

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4:53PM
MESSAGE FROM:
"R. Paddington"

R. Paddington
Pizza or pasta
You choose tonight
Also there's a man
outside.
Pedro I think.
Do you want me to let him in?

Willow
Idk
Not really
Sorta
I don't want him to see
me like this
Can you talk to him?

R. Paddington
Ofc stay in bed love
I'll get both pasta and pizza
We can do one tn one tmrw
Okay?
(Willow liked this message.)

Pedro stood outside Willow's door anxiously, feeling stupid for even coming. Her apartment wasn't entirely hid from paparazzi, but it was blended enough with regular people that he wasn't questioned walking over in a hoodie and baseball cap.

The door opened before Pedro could gather himself and he smiled awkwardly at the (much younger) man before him.

"Oh, hi."

"You must be Pedro," the man smiled. Pedro recognized him — Robert Pattinson, of course. He'd seen him before. Sophie loved him.

"And you're the best friend. From Twilight."

Robert winced, tilting his head a fraction. "Not exactly my favorite, but it is my most persistent. She doesn't want to see you."

Pedro nodded, guilt swimming in his chest. Robert seemed to sense this, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Not your fault, mate," he assured Pedro. "Blame James, the fucker's been in and out of her for days. She just needs time. She's...trying to cope after everything and hasn't given herself time. But she does care about you."

Care about him. Pedro wanted to scream at the clouds, then. Wanted to shout to whatever higher power there was and proclaim his love for Willow. He didn't just care about her, he was completely in love with her.

"I feel weird coming over here," Pedro admitted, pulling out a small stuffed animal from the backpack he'd brought with him. "I got this for her when I saw the articles, figured she'd want some comfort."