Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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Luciana's POV

The next day, I woke up at Ferran's place, feeling a little better after a night away from all the drama. The peacefulness of being somewhere else, surrounded by friends who cared, gave me a sense of calm I hadn't felt in a while. I sat at the kitchen table with Ferran, eating breakfast in comfortable silence.

"Thanks for letting me stay," I said, breaking the quiet. "I needed a break."

"Anytime," Ferran replied with a small smile. "You know you're always welcome."

I played with my coffee mug, staring at the steam rising from the cup. "I've been thinking a lot about everything. I need to figure out how to move forward, you know? Start fresh and work on myself."

Ferran nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "That's a good plan. Sometimes you just need to take control and focus on what makes you happy."

"I just feel like I've lost sight of that," I admitted. "Between Dante, Pedri, and all the chaos, I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."

"You'll get there," Ferran said, his tone comforting. "Just take it one step at a time."

After breakfast, I spent some time alone, jotting down ideas and goals in my notebook. It was just a small start, but it felt good to have a plan. I made a list of things I wanted to work on—my career, my mental health, and finding hobbies that brought me joy. I decided to take things day by day, without putting too much pressure on myself.

Later, I texted Mikky to see if she was free for coffee. I needed someone to talk to, and Mikky was always good at helping me see things clearly. We met up at our favorite coffee shop, and I filled her in on my thoughts and plans.

"I've been feeling really lost," I confessed, stirring my drink absentmindedly. "But I'm trying to find my way back. I think I need to focus on myself for a while."

Mikky reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "That's a good idea, Lu. You've been through a lot, and you deserve to put yourself first."

"I just don't want to keep hurting people," I said, my voice shaky. "I'm scared of making the same mistakes."

"You're doing the right thing by taking time to figure things out," Mikky reassured me. "You don't have to have all the answers right now. Just take care of yourself."

We talked for a while longer, and by the time we said goodbye, I felt a little more hopeful. Next, I headed to my therapy session with Dr. Sanchez. I walked in, feeling a mix of nerves and relief, knowing this was another step toward healing.

"How have you been since we last talked?" Dr. Sanchez asked as I sat down.

"I've been trying to figure things out," I said, taking a deep breath. "I'm focusing on what I want and trying to set some goals for myself."

"That's great progress," she replied with a warm smile. "What's been on your mind?"

"I want to work on myself—rebuild my confidence, focus on my career, and find some balance," I explained. "I also need to set boundaries with Pedri. I think it's the only way I can start to heal."

Dr. Sanchez nodded thoughtfully. "It sounds like you're on the right path. Setting those boundaries and finding things that make you happy will help you move forward."

We talked about ways to manage my anxiety and how to handle my emotions when things got overwhelming. Dr. Sanchez suggested finding a creative outlet, something I could do just for myself. I left the session feeling lighter, knowing I was taking steps to get better.

When I got home, I decided to take Dr. Sanchez's advice and try something new. I'd always been drawn to art, so I thought, why not give painting a shot? I bought some supplies—paint, brushes, and a few canvases—and set up a small corner in my living room. I wasn't aiming to be good at it; I just needed something to occupy my mind.