Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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Luciana's POV

I had never felt more drained in my life. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions—heartbreak, regret, and shame. As I dragged myself out of the apartment, all I could think about was escaping my own thoughts. I needed to talk to someone, anyone, who wouldn't judge me for the mess I'd created.

I found myself standing outside Ferran's place, my fingers shaking as I pressed the doorbell. A few moments later, the door swung open, and Ferran stood there with a concerned look on his face. Behind him, I could see Mikky and Valeria sitting on the couch, their expressions mirroring the worry in his eyes.

"Luciana," Ferran said softly, pulling me into a hug. "I'm glad you came."

I felt the tension in my body start to ease, even if only a little, as I hugged him back. "I didn't know where else to go."

He led me inside, and Mikky immediately got up to wrap her arms around me. Valeria squeezed my hand, her eyes filled with empathy. We all settled on the couch, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at my friends. I didn't even know where to start.

"I...I ended things with Pedri," I began, my voice cracking. "And Dante...he found out. Everything's just...falling apart."

Mikky rubbed my back soothingly. "You did what you thought was right, Luciana. You're going through a lot, but you're not alone."

Valeria nodded. "We're here for you, no matter what. It's okay to feel lost right now."

I wiped away the tears that were already spilling over. "I just don't know how I let it get this bad. I've hurt everyone, and I don't even recognize myself anymore."

Ferran sat across from me, his expression serious but gentle. "Luciana, you've been carrying all of this on your own for too long. You're not supposed to have all the answers, especially when you're dealing with something this heavy."

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I just... I don't know how to fix this. I don't even know where to start."

"That's exactly why you need help," Ferran said firmly. "And I think it's time you talk to someone who can really help you work through all of this."

I looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Ferran exchanged a quick glance with Mikky and Valeria before turning back to me. "I've been thinking about this for a while, and I really think you should see a therapist. I know you might feel like it's not for you, but it can help, Luciana. And...I already booked you a session."

My eyes widened in surprise. "You did what?"

"I called in a favor and got you a session for today," Ferran explained gently. "You don't have to go, but I really think you should. You need a safe space to talk about everything without feeling judged."

Mikky squeezed my hand. "He's right, Luciana. This isn't something you have to handle on your own."

Valeria nodded in agreement. "It's not about fixing everything overnight. It's about taking the first step toward healing."

I was overwhelmed by their support. They weren't just telling me what I wanted to hear; they were genuinely looking out for me. Part of me wanted to push back, to say I wasn't ready, but deep down, I knew they were right. I had been spiraling for too long, and I needed to start finding my way back.

"Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll go."

Later that afternoon, I found myself sitting in the waiting room of a small, serene office. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, and soft music played in the background. I fiddled nervously with the strap of my purse, my mind racing with doubts. What if I couldn't find the words? What if I was too broken to fix?

The door opened, and a woman with warm, kind eyes stepped out. "Luciana?"

I stood up, my heart pounding. "That's me."

She gave me a reassuring smile. "I'm Dr. Sanchez. Come on in."

I followed her into a cozy office, where she motioned for me to sit on a plush chair. I sat down, feeling awkward and out of place. Dr. Sanchez settled across from me, her demeanor calm and non-judgmental.

"You're here because you've been going through a lot," she began gently. "And that's okay. You don't have to have it all figured out. This is a safe space for you to talk about whatever's on your mind."

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I don't even know where to start."

"Start wherever feels right for you," she encouraged. "There's no right or wrong way to do this."

I took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. "I've made so many mistakes. I've hurt people I care about, and now everything's falling apart. I don't even recognize myself anymore."

Dr. Sanchez listened attentively, her expression understanding. "It sounds like you're carrying a lot of guilt and self-blame. Can you tell me about what's been weighing on you the most?"

I hesitated, but then it all started pouring out—the affair with Pedri, the lies, the guilt of betraying Dante, and the constant fear of getting hurt. "I thought I could handle it, that I could keep things separate, but I couldn't. I hurt Dante, I hurt myself, and I'm scared I'll just keep making the same mistakes."

She nodded, taking in everything I was saying. "You're being really brave, Luciana, by facing all of this head-on. It's clear that you've been through a lot emotionally. Sometimes, when we're in the middle of a storm, it's hard to see a way out. But you've already taken a big step by acknowledging what you're feeling."

I blinked back tears. "I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm scared that no matter what I do, I'll just end up hurting someone again."

Dr. Sanchez leaned forward slightly, her voice gentle. "The fact that you care so deeply about the impact of your actions shows that you're not as lost as you think. You've made mistakes, yes, but that doesn't define you. This is about finding your way back to yourself, one step at a time."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. "I just want to feel like myself again."

"And you will," she said with a reassuring smile. "This is the start of that journey. It won't be easy, but you're not alone. We'll work through this together."