𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

034.

(YEBBAS HEARTBREAK— YEBBA)

❝IF FUMBLED WAS A PERSON,
YOU'D BE IT.❞

DELINA'S voicemail had been playing non-stop since Richarlison received it. The minute he saw her leave he had tried to call and text her, but he wasn't able to. She had quite literally blocked him on every single platform.

It was fair. He had hurt her and he knew that. This was nothing more than what he deserved.

That night after the party, Lena was trying to hang around. Wanting to stay over like she would do in the past. Richarlison, finally coming to his senses, broke up with her then and there.

Of course she was far from happy. Screaming and yelling and throwing things. He had to remind her harshly that she was the one who cheated on him. And she didn't even deserve to have a second chance in the first place. That Delina was more than she'd ever be and that's who his heart belonged to. He just didn't want to admit it before.

That infuriated her more and the yelling continued. He managed to get her out. Peace being restored. But to him, his house was too quiet. Everywhere he looked there was at least one Delina memory there.

Wether it was the time she had first walked through the hallway, or the time she was in the kitchen with his mum cooking dinner, or the time she sat on the floor, his niece on her lap as she watched her open presents.

Delina had centred his life and he didn't even know it. He was so blinded with what he thought was love, with Lena, that he didn't even realise the person he truly fell for, the girl he actually loved, was Delina.

And now it was too late, because he had no way of contacting her at all. He was going crazy. He had so many things he wanted to say to her. Stuff he should of said the minute they kissed. Things he knew he wanted to say from the very beginning but didn't.

If he could take it all back. Go back to the first day he met her. He would of made her his from then. He always saw it. Her beauty, her light. He just chose to ignore it because he was so focused and invested in the wrong type of love. The love he thought he needed.

He thought about driving over to her house. There was no guarantee she would even open the door. But it was worth a shot. She was worth it.

Making up his mind, he grabbed his car keys and left the house. Jumping into the car and pulling away from the drive.

He got there in ten minutes. His hand gripped the wheel while he stared at her house for a few moments. Taking a deep breath, he thought over what he was going to say. He needed to get this right.

Satisfied on what he was going to tell her he got out of the car. He checked his phone, it was midnight. A bit late but tomorrow was Friday. She didn't have uni on Friday's.

He rung the doorbell, taking a step back, hands in his pockets as the cold night air surrounded him.

Nothing.

He was confused, seeing as her car was on the drive. He knocked again, waiting a few minutes.

The door began to open at that point, his face hopeful as he heard the handle being pulled down. Yet his face fell when the person at the door, wasn't the girl he was in love with.