𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭, olive

❝ do something babe, say something. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

After Tuesday's incident, my hand has been killing me in every way possible. Not just because it causes pain, but it has also disallowed me to do usual, daily activities.

I can't type like a normal person, I can't cook, I can't even make my bed properly. And the worst part is that, I keep thinking that if Pedri was still around, he would've helped and made everything much easier. And that's what kills me most.

Pablo and I went back Wednesday when I was definitely sure this time that Pedri wasn't around to pack up the rest of my stuff.

Isa wouldn't even join since she still hasn't talked to her brother. I hate that I might be the reason I broke those two apart.

Because as much as I hate Pedri, Isa's the sunshine of his life. I couldn't bear being the reason they're separated. Especially after everything they've been through together.

I found an apartment in the same building as Pablo's that's available. So, apartment hunting is crossed off the list and it's just buying a new car left.

It is now Friday, nine twenty three pm, and I am still in my office. I've been working on the new collection for the past week non stop. What else do I have to do anyway?

Go back to my boyfriend? Ha! See that's funny, because I don't have a boyfriend!

I finish up this last piece of paperwork, before deciding it's probably time I head back to my new, basically empty, place.

Typing up the last words, I shut off the desktop and grab my stuff before getting going. Walking out of my office, only one employee is still here at his desk.

"If you're here, trying to impress me by staying late, it isn't working." I exclaim as I pass by him and head for the elevator.

He opens his mouth to say something but has nothing to say, proving my point. The elevator doors open and I enter it.

Before they close, I speak up again, looking at him. "It's the quality of the work. Not the amount spent on it." I inform and the doors shut.

Since It's so late and I don't want to bother Pablo at this hour, I decide to walk home.

Twenty minute late night walk won't do me any harm. I put on my headphones and just enjoy the cool air of Barcelona as I walk its streets.

The smell of food from around every corner starts getting to me and makes me cave. Pedri introduced me to this amazing sandwich cart before and it just happens to be on my way.

When I get there, the owner immediately recognizes me. Not just because I'm Olive Larsen but because I'm also the girl Pedri González brought over with him the last time.

He gives me a recognitive smile along with a nod as a welcome. I order the same meat sandwich Pedri had recommended me the last time.

As I wait for the food, I scroll through my phone, until I hear a voice, loud. "What happened to your hand!?"

I turn around and see the same person I've bumped into twice since I've been here. "Just a small sprain." I brush it off, chuckling as I look at Nadim.