rabbia, confusione e adolescenza.

forgiveness.

sorry, i know i literally just disappeared, but don't worry, soon ill be posting the next chapter. this is just so yall can know im not dead till i post 😊

Flashback:

A conversation between Pietro and Isa the next day after the almost kiss in the rain.

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Isabel found herself at the edge of the school grounds, near the old oak tree where she and Pietro had shared countless moments. Leaning against the rough bark, she closed her eyes, trying to find some semblance of peace.

But it wasn't long before she heard footsteps behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

— Isa, please. Just hear me out. — Pietro's voice was pleading, almost desperate.

— Why should I? — Isa's voice was cold, her back still turned to him. — You've already done enough.

— I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I never stopped caring about you. — His voice cracked, and Isa could hear the genuine remorse in his words.

She turned around, finally meeting his gaze. His blue eyes were filled with regret and sorrow, mirroring the pain she felt inside.

— You didn't just hurt me, Pietro. You broke me. — Isa's voice was barely above a whisper. — And you did it with someone I trusted.

— I was stupid. I didn't think. I was confused and made the worst mistake of my life. — Pietro stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. — Please, just give me a chance to make it right.

Isa shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes once more.

— I don't know if I can. — She admitted, her voice trembling.

Pietro took her hands in his, his touch warm and familiar.

— I understand. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness. — He said softly. — Even if it means waiting for as long as you need.

Isa looked down at their intertwined hands, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to believe him, to give him a second chance. But the wound was still fresh, and the betrayal too deep.

— We'll see. — She finally said, pulling her hands away. — But for now, I need time. And space.

Pietro nodded, his expression a mixture of hope and sadness.

— I'll be here. Whenever you're ready.

Isa turned away, taking a deep breath as she walked back towards the school. She knew it would take a lot more than words to heal the rift between them. But maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of hope for the future.

As the day went on, Isa focused on her activities, trying to distract herself from the turmoil in her heart. But no matter how hard she tried, Pietro's words lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of the complex emotions she couldn't quite escape.