FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 35 :: End of everything

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The air in Pedri's apartment was thick with the scent of tequila and regret. Empty bottles littered the coffee table, a testament to the night's excesses. Pedri, slumped on the couch, was a picture of drunken disarray. His hair was a mess, his tie was askew, and his eyes held a glazed-over, mischievous glint.

The doorbell rang, jarring him from his hazy stupor. He mumbled something incoherent, then stumbled to the door, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. 

Gavi stood on the other side, his brow furrowed with concern. "Pedri, what are you doing? You're drunk!"

Pedri, his smile wide and a little too eager, waved a hand dismissively. "Just a little tipsy, Gavi. Come in, come in." He pushed the door open, his movements jerky and unpredictable.

Gavi hesitated, his eyes scanning the apartment. "What's going on? Why are you drinking so much?"

Pedri, his eyes fixed on Gavi, gestured towards the couch. "Sit, Gavi. Sit on my lap."

Gavi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"

Pedri's smirk widened. "Come on, Gavi. Don't be shy."

Gavi, unsure what to make of Pedri's strange behavior, slowly moved towards the couch. He sat down cautiously, his eyes fixed on Pedri.

Pedri, his hand reaching out to caress Gavi's cheek, leaned in close. "You know, Gavi," he whispered, his voice thick with alcohol, "I think I'm in love with you."

Gavi's breath caught in his throat. He felt a strange mix of emotions: confusion, amusement, and a flicker of something else, something he couldn't quite define.

Pedri, his eyes shining with an almost manic intensity, continued. "You're so... so strong, so passionate, so... so infuriatingly beautiful. I can't help but be drawn to you, Gavi. I want you, I need you."

Gavi's hand instinctively went to his chest, his heart pounding in his ears. He wasn't sure what to say, what to do. He was used to Pedri's playful banter, his teasing smiles, but this... this was different. This was raw, vulnerable, and a little frightening.

Pedri, sensing Gavi's hesitation, leaned in closer, his breath warm on Gavi's cheek. "Don't you feel it too, Gavi? Don't you feel the connection between us?"

Gavi, his eyes locked with Pedri's, felt a surge of something powerful, something he couldn't ignore. He felt a pull towards Pedri, a yearning that he hadn't expected, a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

But he knew, deep down, that this wasn't love. It was something else, something he couldn't quite name, something that was fueled by the intensity of Pedri's affection and his own growing confusion.

He had to be honest with himself, and with Pedri.

"Pedri," he said, his voice firm, "I appreciate you saying that, but I don't feel the same way. I'm not in love with you."

Pedri's smile faltered, his eyes dimming with disappointment. "What?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief. "But Gavi, it's so obvious. We're meant to be together."

Gavi, feeling a pang of guilt, looked away. He knew Pedri was drunk, that his words weren't entirely rational, but he couldn't deny the truth. He liked Pedri, he admired him, but he wasn't in love with him.

He gently pushed Pedri back, his hand resting on his chest. "Pedri," he said softly, his voice firm but kind, "you need to rest. We'll talk about this tomorrow, when you're sober."

Pedri, his eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and confusion, nodded slowly. He slumped back against the couch, his head lolling to the side.

Pedri's laughter died in his throat as he watched Gavi rise from the couch, his face pale and his eyes wide. He stumbled towards the door, his movements jerky and uncoordinated.

"Where are you going?" Pedri asked, his voice a rough whisper.

Gavi didn't answer. He just kept moving, his hand reaching for the doorknob.

"Gavi," Pedri said, his voice rising in panic. "Wait!"

He lunged forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He grabbed Gavi's arm, pulling him back. Gavi stumbled, his eyes meeting Pedri's with a mixture of fear and confusion.

"You can't leave," Pedri said, his voice tight with desperation. "Not like this."

Gavi tried to pull away, but Pedri held him firm.

"I said, you can't leave," Pedri repeated, his voice hardening. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Gavi's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape.

"Let me go," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"No," Pedri said, his grip tightening. "Tell me what's wrong."

Gavi pushed against Pedri's chest, his face contorted in pain.

"I can't," he gasped, his voice hoarse. "I can't be here anymore."

Pedri's face contorted in anger. He didn't understand. He didn't understand why Gavi was pushing him away, why he was running.

"You can't just leave," Pedri said, his voice a low growl. "You can't just walk away from me."

Gavi pushed harder, his body trembling with exertion.

"I have to," he whispered. "I have to go."

Pedri felt a wave of despair wash over him. He couldn't bear to see Gavi leave. He couldn't bear to lose him.

"Don't go," Pedri pleaded, his voice breaking. "Please, don't go."

Gavi's eyes met Pedri's, filled with a mixture of sadness and fear.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I have to go."

He pushed one last time, breaking free from Pedri's grasp. He stumbled back, his eyes fixed on the door.

Pedri watched him go, his heart sinking with every step Gavi took. He felt a cold, empty space open up inside him, a space that was once filled with hope and joy.

Gavi reached the door and slipped out into the night. Pedri watched him go, his body frozen in place. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He could only watch as Gavi disappeared into the darkness.

This could be the end of everything.