I always thought off love as some bullshit situation brainless people get caught up in. Love makes you weak and vulnerable. Love makes you blind for the rest of the world around you, you forget to see all of the other wonders of live.
Love gets people hurt, shattered and killed. Love is not a good thing. Think about it, you fall in love. How great can it be when you fall. I fell a lot and it was never nice. And what does it even mean to fall in love?
What is the purpose? Does it even have a purpose? If loving someone means you care about them, then I suppose there are a few people I love. If it means you worry about them, and wish them all the best, than i presume I love a few people. I love my parents, in that meaning of the word. I suppose I love my best friend in that meaning of the word.
I start to drown in my thoughts, and that's not healthy. I take my phone cause I could use some distraction. Pablo has been away for a pretty long time...
'Pablito, you okay in there?!' I yell. 'Yeah comming' I hear him yell. I go back on my phone and remember the little folded note the girl gave this morning. I took it from behind my phone case. It was her phone number.
'What are you doing?' Pablo asked, once he was again beside me on the couch. He looked a little troubled, like he's thinking very hard about something he's not that happy about. ' This girl gave me her number ,' he shrugged, answering his question. 'Are you gonna add her?' He asked. 'I think sooo, she was cute,' I laughed meaning it more as a joke than seriously.
Within second Pablo stood up and started literally running to the door. Taking aback from what happened I needed a second to proces. When the shock effect had finally lift, I jumped up and also ran to the door.
I got outside as soon as humanly possible, but he was already so far away. He was running and running, I don't even know where to. I yelled his name, screaming my lungs out. He didn't even flinch or looked around.
I raced back inside and grabbed my shoes, I've never got them on so fast. I started racing in the direction he left. Useless, he was nowhere to be found. I returned home, not even knowing what I did wrong. Pablo has been acting weird lately, but come on it's Pablito! When does he not act weird.
He was pretty upset, I saw tears in his eyes right when he stood up and sprinted to the door. Something must have really bothered him, he is sensitive I know but this was very unusual. I decided to sent him a text.
Pablito
Me: Pablo you okay?
Me: Pablo where are you?
Me: please pick up your phone
Me: Pablo I'm losing my mind
please call me
Me: what did I do wrong?
Me: im worried
Me: plss hermano I'm scared
I sended him him like seven messages! With like a few minutes in-between them. And i called like 15 times! It has been 20 minutes! The fact he's not answering, wich is weird cause that guy is glued to his phone, plus the fact that he was so upset, make a knot in my stomach. I need to know where he is, I need to talk to him, I can not let him feel this way.
I don't want my best friend, mi hermano, to be down. So I started to text and call around.
I called Ansu first, he lives nearby so I figured Pablo may have gone to his place.
' Ola hermano, is Pablito with you?' I asked.
' Ola Pedro, no he's not, why?' He asked sounding slightly worried. I explained what happened.
' Don't worry hermano, you know what I'll text him, maybe he'll answer me'.
' Thanks let me know if you hear anything!' And with that I hung up.
I called Lewy, his like a dad to Pablo maybe he went there.
'Hola Robert, did I interupt anything?' I asked, trying to sound as calm as possible because I didn't want him to be panicking to.
' Ola son, no ofcourse not! whats wrong?' He asked calmly.
' Is Pablito with you?' I asked again. 'No he's not..' he said and by the way his voice souned i could hear he was frowning not understanding the situation, so I explained.
' Can you text him please? Maybe he'll answer you?'
' Ofcourse!'
And with that i broke the line again. Still not knowing where my friend is, I called Ale, hes Pablos friend, maybe he'll know something. I explained the situation, nothing...
I was so desperate I called Xavi. I explained everything once again, and with that leading to yet nothing,
I did what I was dreading to do... I called Aurora, I knew that if his parents knew Pablo was 'missing' in this condition, they'll freak out. But I had to know where he is.
' Ola..'
' Pedri? Whats wrong?' My voice was trembling at this point, not even trying to hide it I answerd.
'Please tell me Pablo is at home?!'
' No, he's not, Pedri...what happened?' I explained every single detail. I was so, so worried at this point.
She hung up after saying Pablo probably needed some alone time, and that everything will be okay. Tears started to form in my eyes. I was crying litterly crying about that boy. If this is what love is than I hate it even more. I couldn't hold myself anymore.
I got once again up from the couch, but this time I went straight to my car. If he wouldn't say where he was, then I'll figure it out myself. A mixture of anger, worry and sadness had settleted in my stomach. I drove to camp nou, first to see if he was there by any chance, that place is his second home after all.
I start eating the banana I took from home, because I felt a little dizzy from getting this worked up. I got out of the car and ran to the the intrance door. Locked. Pretty obvious, but still.
I got back to my car, and drove to the training grounds, there was no sign of movement. The last place I could think of, one of Pablo favorite places, the beach. I drove there in race mode. I got out of my car, and started running on the beach, franicly watching in every direction.
I checked my phone, still nobody heard from him. And i still had no idea where he could be. The situation was killing me, my best friend was missing! And it was all my fault... I started sobbing quitly. It was getting dark, and cold, and the streets of Barcelona are anything but safe at night. I returned to my car, desperate. ' Pablito, where the fuck are you?!' I sighed
