FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 39 :: Mi amor

The doorbell rang, a jarring sound in the otherwise silent apartment. Pedri jumped, startled, his heart pounding in his chest. He rushed to the door, his hand trembling as he reached for the handle. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, trying to push down the wave of emotions threatening to engulf him.

He opened the door to see Ferran standing there, a concerned expression on his face. "Hey," Ferran said, his voice soft. "You okay?"

Pedri couldn't speak. He just threw his arms around Ferran, burying his face in his friend's chest. He felt Ferran's arms wrap around him, a comforting embrace that held him together, a silent promise of support. He let out a choked sob, the tears finally spilling over, a release of the pent-up emotions he had been holding back for weeks.

Ferran held him tight, stroking his hair gently, letting him cry it out. He didn't say anything, just let Pedri release his pain, his frustration, his fear. He knew Pedri wouldn't be able to articulate his feelings right now, not with the raw emotions swirling inside him.

After a while, Pedri pulled back, his face flushed, his eyes red and swollen. He sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to make you come over just to cry on you."

Ferran smiled gently. "It's okay," he said. "I'm here for you. What happened?"

Pedri took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts, to find the words to explain the chaos swirling inside him. He told Ferran everything, about Gavi's silence, his unanswered calls, the ignored messages, the crushing weight of his own uncertainty. He told him about the deleted story, the image of him and Gavi laughing together disappearing from the screen, leaving a gaping hole in his heart. He told him about the pain, the anger, the feeling of being disregarded, the fear that Gavi might not care.

He recounted the messages, the desperate plea, the way Gavi's words had pierced through his carefully constructed defenses, leaving him vulnerable, exposed. He spoke of the way he had tried to push Gavi away, to convince himself that he didn't need him, that he was better off without him. But the truth was, he wasn't. He was hurting, and he was angry. He was angry at Gavi for making him feel so insignificant, for treating their connection with such carelessness.

"I'm so dumb," Pedri said, his voice cracking. "I should have known better. I shouldn't have let myself get so attached. I shouldn't have trusted him."

Ferran listened patiently, his eyes filled with empathy. He knew Pedri was hurting, and he wanted to make him feel better, to ease his pain. He reached out, cupping Pedri's face in his hands, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear.

"You're not dumb, mi amor," Ferran said softly, his voice a soothing balm to Pedri's raw emotions. "You're just in love. And love makes you vulnerable. It makes you open yourself up to pain, to disappointment. But it also makes you capable of incredible joy, of deep connection, of a love that can change your life."

He paused, letting his words sink in, watching as Pedri's shoulders slumped, the weight of his self-reproach settling back on him. He knew Pedri needed more than words, he needed reassurance, he needed to feel loved, to feel safe.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against Pedri's, a soft, gentle kiss that silenced the torrent of words, the self-reproach, the pain. It was a kiss of comfort, of reassurance, of love. It was a kiss that said, "I'm here for you. I love you. You're not alone."

Pedri closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss, finding solace in Ferran's warmth, his love, his unwavering support. He felt the tension ease from his shoulders, the weight of his emotions lifting slightly. Ferran's kiss was a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness of his despair.

He pulled back, his eyes meeting Ferran's, a flicker of gratitude shining in their depths. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice still hoarse, but with a hint of strength returning.

Ferran smiled, his eyes filled with love and concern. "Anytime" he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I'm always here for you."

He pulled Pedri back into a hug, holding him close, letting him know that he wasn't alone, that he had someone who cared, someone who loved him. Pedri leaned into the embrace, finding comfort in Ferran's warmth, in the silent understanding that passed between them.

He knew he still had a long way to go, that the pain wouldn't disappear overnight. He knew that the questions lingered, the uncertainty still gnawed at his heart. But he also knew that he wasn't alone. He had Ferran, his rock, his confidante, his love. And with Ferran by his side, he knew he could face anything, even the pain of a broken heart.

He felt a flicker of hope, a tiny spark of light in the darkness. He knew that Gavi's silence had hurt him deeply, but he also knew that he couldn't let it define him, couldn't let it consume him. He had to move forward, to find his own strength, to find his own happiness. And he knew that Ferran would be there every step of the way, a constant source of love and support, a reminder that he was worthy of love, of happiness, of a future filled with joy.

He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm settle over him. He knew he had a lot to figure out, but for now, he was safe, he was loved, and he was surrounded by the warmth of Ferran's embrace. He allowed himself to lean into the feeling, to let go of the pain, to let go of the fear, to let go of the uncertainty. He knew that Ferran would be there for him, no matter what. And that was enough, for now.