𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, pedri

❝ i can't pretend like i understand. ❞
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Olive used to make dinner. And we'd all sit here at this table, in the kitchen. Now I'm all alone. Even Isa and Pablo aren't here. I have no idea if they heard about what happened.

I don't even know where they are. Nor Olive. Where the fuck could she be? She doesn't have a car, and she lives here.

The only difference from when I was living here alone and now is that I have Pablito with me. So, technically, I am not alone. No need to cry then! Who cares if I'm a dumb fuck, at least I have my little sister's dog!

I'm poking at my food, not even eating it. I'm not hungry, I don't know why I put myself a bowl of rice.

I'm about to stand up and just leave them in the fridge for later when I hear the entrance door open.

Please let it be Olive, Please let it be Olive.

The silhouette of a woman appears and my hopes get up for a second until my sister appears at the door. "Bro," I sigh, annoyed.

She looks mad, immensely angry. Maybe more annoyed than me. Olive must've told her. Yeah, can't expect anything less from the two.

"Don't bro me, González. I'm your sister." She hisses as she stands in front of me. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Eating?" I answer, looking at the food in front of me. I'm actually questioning myself too, am I even eating?

"Dumfucking-" She rolls her eyes. "I meant with Olive." She composes herself.

"Oh." I mumble. "I don't really want to talk about it." I hide in my food.

"Yeah well, I didn't really want our parents and I got them anyway." Good point. "What the hell did you do?" So she doesn't know the whole story...

I already feel horrible and shitty. I don't need another woman to make me feel even more bad. I let go of the fork and turn watching the irritated woman whose hands are over her waist, waiting for an answer.

"Why are you assuming I messed it up?" I ask.

"Because I'm your sister."

"How is that an explanation?"

"Aren't I right?" She reads it in my expression that she is because I'm not giving her the pleasure of admitting it with words. "Thought so. Now," She shakes her head. "You're gonna tell me what the fuck you did."

"It's... I... I'm..." I don't want to talk about it. "I couldn't open up to her and then she told me she loved me and I..." I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for this last one. "I just stood there and said nothing." I mumble.

She sighs as she sits down on a chair facing me. "You're a dick, Pedri." She simply says. I know I am. That's why I'm not replying.

She continues though, "How many people have you opened up to in your life?" Basically no one. I've never fully opened up to anyone except Pablo, even him, barely. Bits and pieces of everything with time. And Isabel lived it all with me, didn't have to tell her.

"No one. Maybe Pablo a little."

"Why did you open up to Pablo?"

"I don't know. He was my best friend. He was there for me all the time. Whenever I needed him. He never judged me." I tell her.

"Is Olive there when you need her?"

"Always." I reply in a heartbeat.

"Does she judge you?"