stuck between two // Pedri and Gavi

11 - Breaking Up

Victoria's Perspective

I sit in the restaurant section of the bar together. Luis is sitting across from me, wearing a white and blue striped t-shirt under a white unbuttoned top, a fake leather belt, and black pants. He runs his hand through his light brown, messy hair, and looks me right in the eyes with his greyish eyes.

Here I am, about to break up with him, and looking at him, thinking about how nice he looks.

I sigh, shaking my head.

"What's wrong?" he asks immediately.

"Nothing, Luis. I'm fine. Really. I am."

Concern is painted all across his face, but I ignore him, and his gaze, and just focus on eating my food.

"Victoria, is something wrong?" he asks finally, just as I'm about to look up and finally spit it out.

"Yes," I breathe.

"What is it?" he asks, leaning across the table to put his hand on my shoulder.

"Nothing..."

"Tell me."

"Okay," I say, feeling tears threatening to sneak up on me. "Then I might break your heart, Luis."

His eyebrows crinkle up, and he says, "Excuse me, what? Are you okay, Victoria?"

"Yes, something is wrong, but I am okay."

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't!" I snap.

"You're not speaking clearly at all!"

"It's because I'm trying to figure out how to say it!"

He looks at me for a few seconds, studying my face, but shuts his mouth, waiting for me to say the awful words.

I've tried to hard to make this relationship better, because ending it wasn't my first choice. Because I love him. But some of the things he does is just too much for me to deal with...

"Luis, I think we should break this off," I finally somehow manage to get out.

He stares, his eyes widening. He drops his fork, and I can see his hand his shaking. "W- What are you talking about?" he asks quickly. "You're joking, right? What is this? That can't be..."

"I'm being completely honest. I just don't think this is working out for the both of us. I think it is best if we end it here. Walk away and move on. There are plenty of other girls who would like to date you, but I just don't think I'm the right one for you."

"Victoria," he breathes, leaning back, shaking his head. His eyes are still wide as ever. "No... no. Why? After all I've done for you? I give you money to help you keep going... I spend so much time with you and make sure you're okay and I... I... I love you more than... anyone." I swallow, because I honestly can't tell if he's being honest or faking this so I don't go through on this.

"I know, Luis, but I don't think I'm the best for you. You need to move on."

"Maybe other girls would want me, but you're the only girl I want!"

"I know, Luis... But... you... I don't think you're the boy I want."

And with that, I'm sure that, by the look on his face, I just tore his heart in two pieces. Broken.

I knew this would break his heart, and that is why I didn't want to do it. That is why I waited so long. Because despite getting annoyed with him and not wanting to date him anymore, I of course still care about him...

I can see his beautiful long eyelashes getting wet. He stands up, biting his lip, trying to stop it from quivering, and suddenly shouts, "Why would you do this to me?! You're sick! What did I do right?! I tried so hard! I love you so much! Do you see how much you've broken me?! You're so f***ing sick and uncaring and awful but I love so much! Why?! Why!? I didn't think you would do something like this! You have no faith in me! No. F***ing. Faith. But okay! Be like this! Go... Go ahead!" He cries, and he appears a lot more delicate than he puts on.

But then he turns around, running out of the bar. I sit, staring at the table for a few seconds, shaking, before the tears come. He never even finished his food. I guess I didn't either. I sigh, writing a check for the food with money I don't have, and sit there a few minutes, resting my head on the table, crying.

Was it wrong of me? He made it seem so wrong... He has never insulted me before, at least with words like that. Until now.

Is he right? Did I do the wrong thing? I felt chained to the relationship, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fix it. I tried.

But I'm pretty sure those weren't crocodile tears.

So what the heck?! I can't understand him.

I use a napkin to wipe my face up, hoping that somehow, in some way, I'll be able to move on. And he will, too. I hope we won't see each other again until years later, when we're both successful and happy and married and we'll just be able to be friendly and it all works out.

But right now, in present time, nothing is even close to that, which is painful.

I get a taxi and cry all the way home, and then storm into my apartment when I get there, flopping onto the couch, sweating bullets in the awful temperature, cursing out someone for never getting my window fixed yet. I don't even know who I curse out. Maybe I just curse out life.

I'm so alone. I don't have any friends, but I need someone to talk to. A shoulder to cry on. 

And then it pops into my brain.

Pedri.

Should I really call him? I wasn't planning on it... That would be weird, and I don't want to be unwise with him. He could just want to use me... He might not even mean his kindness. He might just think I'm pretty, and that might be the only reason why he suggested I call him if I need some comfort or someone to talk to.

I shake my head. But I can't just sit here and drown in my tears, either. What harm could it do? I know how to turn people down. I know how to get help, right? I'm smart. Nothing bad will come from it. Right? He's probably just as kind as he makes himself seem...?

Right...?

That is what my daydreaming mind decides to believe, because I want to. Not because I think it really is reality.

I sigh, clicking his contact, dialing his phone number, thinking that I may regret it.

~ Author's Note ~

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