Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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Pedri's POV

After training wrapped up for the upcoming Champions League match against AC Milan, I felt drained—not just physically, but mentally too. My performance had been decent, but my mind kept drifting back to Luciana, and it was harder to focus than I'd like to admit. I hadn't spoken to her since that night at Ferran's. I didn't know if it was a good idea to bring her up with Ferran again, but I couldn't help myself.

I grabbed my bag and headed over to Ferran's house. The walk was short, and it gave me time to think. How was she really doing? Did she ever think about me, or was she moving on completely? That last thought stung, but I shook it off as best as I could. I wasn't ready to let go of her, even if I knew things were complicated.

When I knocked on Ferran's door, he opened it, giving me his usual easy smile. "Pedri, what's up, man? Come on in," he said, stepping aside to let me in.

I dropped my bag by the door and followed him into the living room. We plopped down on the couch, and Ferran immediately handed me a controller, gesturing towards the PlayStation. "You want to get your mind off everything with a game of FIFA?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Nah, not right now," I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. I stared at the screen for a second before turning to him. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

Ferran's face softened, like he knew exactly where this conversation was going. "It's about Luciana, isn't it?"

I nodded, feeling a tightness in my chest. "How's she doing? I mean, really."

Ferran leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest as he thought for a second. "She's better than she was after the breakup with Dante, for sure. But..." He paused, looking at me carefully. "She's still working through a lot."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

He let out a breath, then started to explain. "She's been going to therapy. Dr. Sanchez has really helped her figure out how to deal with things, especially everything that went down between her and Dante—and, well, between you two as well. It's not easy for her, man. She's trying to sort out her emotions, and it's taking time."

Hearing that she was in therapy hit me differently. I guess I hadn't realized just how much she was struggling, or maybe I didn't want to face it. I stared down at my hands, picking at a loose thread on my shirt. "I didn't know she was seeing a therapist."

"Yeah," Ferran said quietly. "She's really trying to get better. And she's getting back into track. She told me she met up with her old coach. He's helping her get back into it."

I looked up at him, surprised. "Track? I thought she gave that up."

"She only did for Dante. But now that they're done, she's trying to find herself again. She loves track, you know? Always did. She still has her position with the social media team at Barça, but it's like she's finding a new balance." Ferran paused, his expression serious. "She's hurting, Pedri, and I'm not just saying that because of the breakup with Dante. She misses you, but she's not in a place to be with anyone right now. She needs to work on herself first."

My chest tightened even more at that. "She misses me?"

Ferran nodded. "Yeah, she does. But just because she misses you doesn't mean she's ready to get back together or even talk about it. She's got a lot of healing to do first."

I leaned back against the couch, trying to process what he was saying. It was a strange feeling, knowing that she still thought about me but couldn't be with me. Part of me wanted to reach out, to fix things right away, but another part knew that Ferran was right. Pushing her right now would probably only make things worse.