Y/n was pacing around their room, phone clutched in their hand, heart pounding. The latest gossip on social media had exploded: Alejandro Garnacho, the hotshot footballer had been spotted getting cozy with someone else. Y/n's notifications were blowing up with messages from friends, asking if it was true. Just then, the front door opened, and alejandro walked in, looking stressed and guilty.
"Y/n, we need to talk." he said, voice tight.
Y/n spun around, anger and hurt flashing in their eyes. "Talk about what, Ale? About how you hooked up with some other girl!?"
Alejandro sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It wasn't like that. It was a stupid mistake. I got caught up in the mome-"
"A mistake?" y/n interrupted, voice rising. "You call cheating on me a mistake? How am I supposed to trust you now?"
"I know I messed up," Alejandro said, stepping closer. "But you have to believe me, it meant nothing. You're the one I care about."
Y/n shook their head, tears threatening to spill. "How can you expect me to believe that? I thought we had something real. But you threw it away for a hookup."
Alejandro's face softened, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please, give me a chance to make things right. I love you, y/n. I can't lose you."
Y/n's heart ached at his words, but the betrayal was still fresh. "How do I know you won't hurt me again?"
"I'll do anything to prove myself," Alejandro pleaded. "Therapy, couples counseling, whatever it takes. I want to earn back your trust."
Y/n looked away, battling their emotions. They wanted to believe him, to give their relationship another shot. But the pain was too raw, the trust broken.
"I need time," y/n finally said, voice shaking. "I can't just forgive and forget. If you really care about us, you'll respect that."
Alejandro nodded, with relief and sadness. "I understand. I'll give you all the time you need. Just know that I'm not giving up on us."
As he left, y/n sank onto the bed, tears streaming down their face. The road to healing would be long and hard, but maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.
#𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗮 - 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀!
Poor y/n.
