𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚, olive/pedri

❝ you weren't mine to lose. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Olive

"I'm leaving." I finally muster up the courage to tell her. I took the decision two days ago, after the incident while training.

"What!?" Isabel yells, dropping her soda bottle on the ground. Good thing she still hadn't opened it or there would be one hell of a mess in here.

"I've been thinking about it for a little." I admit as I sit down in front of her on the kitchen aisle of her boyfriend's apartment.

She shakes her head. "What the fuck! No! You're not going anywhere, bro!" She denies, not accepting the truth.

"I need a break. It's too much." I try to explain my point of view. "I'm just gonna leave for a while, breathe air where I'm not pressured at all times." I tell her about my plans.

"Take a break here! We'll go to Ibiza right now. Me and you. Girls trip." She tries to stop me.

I already knew she'd disapprove, I was prepared for this.

I smile, appreciating that she'd drop everything at the moment to go away with me. "It doesn't work like that." I try to make her understand, and she should, she's been through this before.

"Yes, it does!" She instantly speaks up. "Go get a dress with a bathing suit underneath. We're gonna go dance our problems away and drink till the morning!" She suggests.

I really appreciate her attempts. She almost convinces me too. But, I can't. "I need my family right now." I admit.

"We're your family!" She expresses. "I'm your family! Gavi's your family! Pablito's your family!" She hesitates with the next one but says it. "Pedri's your family..." She says in a lower tone.

"You are. And so is Pablo. And the dog." I agree with her. I love them so much. They're like my little siblings. "Pedri, is not." At least he isn't anymore.

"But he is." She sighs.

"Not anymore, Isa. I don't even think he ever was." I hate that everything we had, every memory was just... fake.

I even refuse to believe it sometimes. It felt so real, genuine.

Yet, at the end of the day, it all comes back to the point that it was just all an act, an act that we played too good.

She lets out a long breath, biting her lips as she listens. She too has got to accept that it's over between me and him. She stands up from her seat and bends down to grab that diet Pepsi bottle she dropped.

As she stands properly again, she shakes her head. "I can't just sit back and do nothing." She mutters to herself, looking down. I frown, not understanding what she means by it.

She puts the bottle on the table and focuses with me. "Did my brother ever walk out on you randomly?" She asks.

"Never." I recall. Not when we were hanging out. He'd always stay till the end.

"Well, there's your answer Liv." She drops her hands. "Because in my whole twenty two years of existing, my brother has walked out without an explanation a thousand and four hundred times." I don't get what that had to do with anything. "Ask Gavi, same goes for him, and anyone that hangs out with Pedri would know."

"It doesn't mean anything, Isa." I'm supposed to believe that because he's never bailed on me it means that he likes me? If that's the case, I'm also in love with my employees, friends, and family.

I stand up too, to get myself a cup of water. I open the fridge to get the bottle and when I turn around I find Isabel just behind, standing awkwardly.

I raise an eyebrow as to what's up? and she spits it out. "He's going to a therapist." She blabbers rapidly.