FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 4 :: You hurt me

Gavi lay on his bed, the silence of the room a heavy weight on his chest. The sting of Pedri's words, "Crybaby," echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of his vulnerability. He felt exposed, raw, and utterly alone.

The anger that had initially fueled his tears was now replaced by a crushing sadness. He'd always been the one to stand up for himself, to fight back, but in this moment, he felt utterly defeated. Pedri's words had pierced through his defenses, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

He rolled onto his side, staring at the wall, the image of Pedri's cold, accusing gaze burned into his mind. His throat tightened, the lump of unshed tears growing larger with each passing moment. He wanted to scream, to shout, to let out the pain that was clawing at his insides, but he couldn't. He couldn't risk letting Pedri see his weakness, couldn't risk giving him the satisfaction of knowing he'd hurt him so deeply.

He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the world, to escape the suffocating silence. But the memories flooded back, a relentless barrage of images and emotions. He remembered the laughter they shared, the secrets they confided in, the unspoken bond they had forged. Now, all that felt like a distant dream, a faded memory of a life that no longer existed.

He felt a tremor run through his body, a wave of grief threatening to break. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to hold it back, to maintain the facade of strength, even as he felt himself crumbling from within.

The door creaked open, and Pedri stepped back in. Gavi didn't bother to look up, his eyes remained fixed on the wall. He could feel Pedri's presence, the weight of his silence pressing down on him.

"You alright?" Pedri's voice was low, almost a whisper.

Gavi remained silent, his body rigid, his breath shallow. He wouldn't give Pedri the satisfaction of a response, wouldn't let him see the devastation he had wrought.

Pedri sighed, the sound heavy and laden with regret. He sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs groaning under his weight.

"Look," he began, his voice hesitant, "I didn't mean to...."

Gavi finally turned, his eyes meeting Pedri's. He saw a flicker of remorse in those usually bright blue eyes, a hint of vulnerability he hadn't seen before.

"You hurt me," Gavi said, his voice barely a whisper.

Pedri's shoulders slumped, the air heavy with unspoken apologies. He reached out, his hand hovering over Gavi's arm. Gavi flinched, pulling away, the weight of the unspoken tension hanging heavy between them.

"I know," Pedri said, his voice barely audible. He looked away, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I'm sorry."

Gavi stared at Pedri, his heart a tangled mess of hurt and confusion. He wanted to believe Pedri's apology, to see the remorse in his eyes, but the sting of his words still lingered, a bitter reminder of the hurt he'd inflicted.

The silence stretched on, a heavy, suffocating blanket that weighed down the room. Gavi felt trapped, unable to move, unable to speak. He needed time, needed space, needed to process the whirlwind of emotions that raged within him.

Pedri shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on Gavi's face. He wanted to reach out, to touch him, to somehow bridge the chasm that had suddenly opened between them. But he hesitated, afraid of pushing him further away.

"I know I messed up," Pedri finally said, his voice low and sincere. "I was just... frustrated. I didn't mean to take it out on you."

Gavi looked away, unable to meet Pedri's gaze. He couldn't deny the truth in his words, couldn't deny the fact that Pedri's frustration had been misplaced, his anger misdirected. But the hurt remained, a raw, open wound that refused to heal.

"It's not just about the words, Pedri," Gavi finally said, his voice barely a whisper. "It's about the trust, the friendship... it feels like it's all gone."

Pedri's face fell. He knew Gavi was right. He had shattered something precious, something irreplaceable. He had hurt his friend, his brother, and he didn't know how to fix it.

"I understand," Pedri said, his voice filled with regret. "I know I need to earn back your trust, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Gavi looked at him, his eyes searching for sincerity, for genuine remorse. He saw it in Pedri's eyes, a flicker of vulnerability, a glimmer of hope.

"It's going to take time," Gavi said, his voice still laced with pain. "But I'm willing to give you that chance."

Pedri nodded, a wave of relief washing over him. He knew it wouldn't be easy, knew the road to forgiveness would be long and arduous. But he was willing to walk it, to fight for their friendship, to prove to Gavi that he was worth the effort.

He reached out, his hand hesitantly touching Gavi's arm. Gavi didn't pull away this time, allowing Pedri's touch to linger, a silent promise of a new beginning, a fragile bridge built on the foundation of their shared history, a bridge that might just lead them back to the place where their friendship had once blossomed.