My Soulmate

Chapter 7

We were back home, and Pablo had already retreated to his room. He was tired and exhausted, needing to rest. It hurt to see him like that because it was my fault. I should have protected him and not let him get shot. I went to the kitchen to drink some water, tears running down my cheeks as I sat down on the kitchen counter. Staring at the floor, I let out a few sobs. When I looked up again, I was met with a pair of dark brown eyes. Pedri's eyes. "Hey..." he whispered softly. I couldn't resist; I jumped off the counter and fell into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder as he gently stroked my back. "How did it go?" he asked after a few minutes of silence, with only my sobs breaking the quiet. "He didn't succeed yet...he was frustrated. This...this is all my fault," I answered, still crying. Pedri gently pushed me away to look into my eyes, speaking seriously: "This is not your fault, Fiona! It's the fault of that bastard who shot him. If it weren't for you, Gavi would be dead now." I didn't answer, not knowing what to say. Pedri sighed and rested his forehead against mine, making me close my eyes and savor his closeness. We always had a close bond. Unlike the others, we weren't big fans of parties, so we spent most of our time together when the others were on the dance floor or at the bar. Sometimes we stayed at home, watching movies until we fell asleep next to each other on the couch. Pedri was someone I could always talk to. Of course, I had my brother, Xavi, and Pablo for that too, but with Pedri, it was different. The others tended to react a bit harshly sometimes, not always able to control their emotions. But Pedri was always calm, listening and offering comfort in his own quiet way. "Do you want to watch a movie, like in old times?" he smiled at me and I couldn't hold back a chuckle: "Yes, please". We headed upstairs to my room, and I closed the door behind us, clearing my throat. "I'll get changed quickly. You can pick a movie until I'm back." I took a fresh shirt out of my closet and closed the bathroom door behind me to change. When I came back, wearing a pair of black panties and an oversized shirt that covered my thighs, I could feel Pedro staring at me. I turned my head in his direction but he quickly looked away. I sat down next to him on my bed and pulled the covers over our legs. When I looked at the screen, I let out a small laugh. "The Lion King, seriously?" Pedri just grinned back at me. "It's a classic, and we loved it when we were younger." I smiled at him, thinking about how often we watched this movie together. I still remembered snuggling up against Pedri, sobbing into his chest when Mufasa died. Pedro started the movie, and I rested my head on his shoulder, looking at the screen.