‎‧₊˚✧The Distance Between✧˚₊‧

Part 1

Mila woke up, sweat covered her forehead, sticking her baby hair to it in a very unflattering way. Another nightmare. The haunting memory of her final night with her ex-boyfriend replayed in her mind most nights now.

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"Alejo please stop." Shrugging his hand off her shoulder, "I've made up my mind."

Mila had had enough. Two months of on and off with Alejandro after a pretty stable two-year relationship had finished her. With a promotion at work meaning that the 25-year-old Mila could complete her dream of travelling the world, her relationship with Alejandro had become strained. He didn't want her to have the independence that came with being a financially stable travelling translator for several news and sports networks.

"Mila please, you don't understand what you're doing. I love you! We're perfect together. Please." the man begged, dragging himself across the floor of the girl's apartment behind her.

"Alejandro you're embarrassing yourself. Get up now." the girl stood above him as he looked up at her from the floor of her hallway.

"Please Mila, please! One more chance. We can be exclusive again if that's what you want!"

"No Alejandro. I've been exclusive with you this whole time, you're the only one being open in this relationship."

"Mila no. There were only like four girls. Four! In two months! There could've been way more!"

"Hm," Mila barely reacted. "Carlos is on the way Alejandro, I'd leave if I were you."

"Why did you call him? You know he hates me Mila!" Alejandro rose from the floor. Mila was not short, she was a proud 5'7, but he towered over her.

"That is exactly why. Get out." She stared defiantly into his eyes, passion burning in both sets.

"I can't believe you, Mila I really can't." He stepped forward and grabbed onto her shoulder again. Tighter and more aggressive than previously. "I'll be back tomorrow when you come to your senses."

He pushed her back into the wall as he left, hitting her head slightly on the corner of one of the few remaining paintings left in her apartment. With the slam of the front door, Mila knew she was now at peace, and let herself slide down the wall and onto the soft carpet. She would miss it here.

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The nightmare always ended then. The feeling of the carpet, the alcohol on Alejandro's breath, the question of what 'lucky' girl he would spend the night with, and the anticipation of Carlos' entrance into her apartment.

Mila rubbed her blurry eyes, why was she crying? She got out of her bed and felt her way to her en suite with her hands. She was still getting used to nighttime navigation in Carlos' place. If it had been her old apartment she would've been able to run around in complete darkness and be fine, but here she still wasn't sure.

What is wrong with me? She thought, then groaned and rubbed her face after looking in the mirror. On nights like these, she couldn't help but feel crazy. It had been almost a month since she left her old life behind. The only consistency was her job, her lifeline. Everything else had changed. For the better.