Alegría | Bartra

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Day sixteen

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The photos are all over the tabloids on the sixteenth day I have been away from him, making jealousy boil in my stomach.

Seeing Mariella and Marc getting along is probably something I won't ever get used to.

Her smile is bright like the sun; her fingers placed on Marc's wrist, awfully close to his hand; and her full attention turned to my boyfriend only.

Marc seems a bit absent and tired; his gaze is directed to the floor and his face reflects the lack of energy he's been having lately.

My stomach cramps at the mere thought of them meeting up again even though Marc knows exactly how jealous I am and how hurtful it is to see my best friend getting closer to him.

I do trust him, that's out of question, but Mariella acts way too suspiciously for my liking but I don't dare to tell Marc about my worries. I don't want another fight with him because the last made me shed lots of tears.

Sighing, I let my bag fall in the corridor of my little apartment and sit down onto the couch before turning the television on.

The chocolate bars I bought at the kiosk are being ripped open and eaten by me as I switch the channel quite bored.

My mobile vibrates loudly, causing me to shriek slightly and unlock it quickly.

From: Marc💋💎

How are you feeling bonita? It's 11pm here and i am nowhere near to be asleep, i miss you so much x

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I smile at the nickname he calls me again, feeling a familiar warmth filling my stomach as I move my thumbs over the screen fastly.

To: Marc💋💎

i am good handsome but so tired and i miss you more than anything x

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Marc💋💎 is typing...

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I sigh and lift my gaze from my phone to the television, realizing that I stopped on some kind of sports channel. Currently, results are being announced by two women around my age before a huge photo of Marc appears on the screen. Turning the volume up, I lock my phone and place it beside me on the couch.

"...seeming to meet the mysterious woman for twice in such a short period of time; does that mean that Mecilia, how the fans call them, is dead?"

"I don't know Veronica but the pictures tell a story for themselves, Marc and the unknown woman definitely seem to be close. Her hand is placed on his and the number of times they have already seen each other is a hint I guess"

The photo that has been haunting me in my dreams last night is being shown, zoming closer to Mariella's hand that covers Marc's.

"America and Great Britain, we will definitely keep you updated on this heated and heart-breaking story and also on the fact how Cecilia, the current girlfriend, thinks about the pictures"

I feel like shit. Like burning in hell. Like being tortured plus a lack of sleep.

A message by Marc appears on the screen of my phone but I decide to turn it off completely, raising from my couch.

I need to get a clear mind.

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Mariella laughs in a loud and melodic way, throwing her legs over my boyfriend's lap as he also erupts in laughter.