𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, olive

❝ you're the loss of my life. ❞
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"You have to talk to him, Liv." His sister insists.

"No." I walk past her, ignoring her.

"You literally have a plane to get on with him in an hour." She points out.

I continue to ignore her as I grab a plate from the top cupboard of her boyfriend's apartment that I've been staying at for the past week.

"I ignored him just perfectly fine at the match last week. I can do the same exact thing now." I say.

I grab the french toast I just made for myself for breakfast, and put it in the plate. I turn off the oven and head to the table to take a seat.

She groans, taking a seat in front of me. "So what? You're just gonna ignore him forever? That's impossible." Even impossible has the possible in it, so watch me González. "All your stuff is still there. You live there. This is a temporary solution." She tells me.

I've been sneaking in the house every other day to grab some stuff when I know he's at training. I always find a note on my bed though from him, trying to get to me. They all immediately go into the trash the second I touched them.

"I'm searching for an apartment. Once I find one, it's basically a piece of cake. I only see him once a week during match days where we have to stay professional anyway. Why would I need to see him anymore?" I explain my plan.

I take a bite of my breakfast as Isabel sits with her head in between her hands, about to kill herself at my drama.

"He's my brother. You're my best friend. I can't be in the middle of this!" She nags.

"You're not in the middle of anything. Because there isn't anything between us." I deny.

She just moans as she picks herself up and heads back to Pablo's bedroom, and slams the door behind her at the impossible situation.

The past week has been completely horrible. Although I don't show it at all, I've been a complete wreck.

I haven't talked to my family ever since we got back because I have no idea what I'd tell them if they'd ask about Pedri.

I've been working nonstop, twenty four seven, keeping myself busy and tiring myself out to the point where I'm getting home around midnight every night.

And when I get home, I can't even sleep properly. Pedri's been haunting my every thought and dream.

As much as I hate it, I miss that goddamn son of a bitch. I miss him so fucking much, even my heart, in a way, hasn't felt complete ever since the last time I felt his touch.

Finishing up my breakfast, I find myself on the verge of tears again. "Chede halik. (Pull yourself together.)" I mumble to myself when I stand up.

I put my plate in the dishwasher and proceed to rinse my hands. Once they're clean, I wipe away the tears that are almost falling down. Good thing the mascara is water proof.

I take a deep breath before heading back to the guest room I've been sleeping in. I grab my handbag, suitcase and head out.

"Ready?" Pablo asks me as he stands at the door. Reminder, I still haven't bought a car. So the couple have been my personal drivers when I'm not driving any of their cars.