The Love That Wasn't Enough | PEDRI

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I've been avoiding visiting Nailea for days, and the guilt is really getting to me. After that talk with my brother, I'm questioning things. What if Sophia actually has feelings for me? That's not good. Looking at the picture of Nailea on my desk, she's in this beautiful blue dress with a huge smile on her face. I can't help but smile back. Taking a deep breath, I decide it's time to make things right. I grab my jacket and shoes, and with that, I'm out the door, heading to Sophia's house to sort things out.

Turning off the car upon reaching Sophia's house, I take a moment to look at her home and gather my thoughts. Stepping out of the car, I head to the front door, and after a deep breath, I finally knock. The door opens, revealing Sophia with a surprised look in her eyes.

"Hey," I greet, and she simply looks at me. "Hey, Pedri," she responds, glancing downward. "Come in," she says, opening the door wider to let me in. Nodding, I enter and we make our way to the living room. I sit on the couch, and she takes a seat on a smaller one.

"We need to talk," I state, looking at her. She avoids eye contact, unable to meet my gaze. "I know," she admits quietly, finally lifting her eyes to mine. The air is thick with unspoken tension.

"I don't know what to say," I confess, feeling the weight of the situation.

"It was a mistake, Pedri. We both know it," she says, her voice carrying regret and sincerity. "It should've never happened," she adds, opening the door to a conversation neither of us expected.

"I can't even bring myself to visit Nailea without this overwhelming sense of guilt," She says and I respond with a solemn nod, sharing the weight of that emotion. "I feel the same," I murmur, acknowledging the heavy burden on my conscience.

"Have you talked with Gavi?" Concern fills her eyes as she asks. I shake my head, a sense of regret accompanying my response. "No, he's been avoiding me ever since he saw us." I watch as her gaze drops. "Fuck". She says a mixture of frustration and disappointment evident in her expression.

"Would you like something to drink? I just made some tea," she proposes, steering the conversation in a different direction as she rises from her seat. I nod appreciatively, "Tea is perfect, thanks," and watch as she heads to the kitchen. As I recline on the couch, I find myself staring at the ceiling, my mind immersed in the complexities of the situation, spiraling into overthinking.

Suddenly, the tranquility is shattered by a loud crash emanating from the kitchen. "Shit!" Sophia's yells. Making jolt into action. Hurrying towards the kitchen, I discover a broken coffee mug on the floor and Sophia holding her hand, blood dripping. Reacting quickly, I spot a rag on the table, retrieve it, and approach her. "Sorry," she mutters, looking at her injured hand. Placing the rag on it, I absorb the blood, reassuring her, "Let's clean this up."

Guiding her to the sink, I turn on the cold water, offering comfort. "It's just a small cut; you'll be fine," I assure her, examining the wound. After turning off the water, I hand her a new rag. "Thanks," she acknowledges, holding it. As she indicates where the bandages are, I grab one, carefully placing it on her hand.

Our eyes meet as we share a moment of quiet connection. Uncertainty hangs in the air, but neither of us breaks the gaze. Feeling a magnetic pull, she moves closer, our lips just inches apart. "We can't," I say, torn between desire and restraint. Her eyes flicker to my lips and back to my eyes. "I know," she whispers. Succumbing to the intensity of the moment, she close the gap, and our lips meet in an unexpected, passionate embrace.

The kiss deepens, a fusion of emotions and unspoken words. Time seems to slow down as we navigate the uncharted territory of our feelings. Soft, hesitant at first, but soon giving in to the undeniable connection that has been building between us.