𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄, gavi

twenty three

I had arrived in Barcelona yesterday. Gavi had picked me up from the airport.

It was the next day and I was curled up in bed, in the guest room, watching tiktok.

The door slammed open and in marched an angry looking Gavi.

"You wanna explain this?" He yelled, shoving his phone in front of my face.

"Alright, calm down, no need to yell." I say taking his phone and looking at the screen.

unknown

u know ur gf
yeh she killed her best
friend

wtf
who are u

an old friend of
rosella

u the same one who
messaged her at
the match

i could be
she killed her best
friend

she wouldnt do that

oh yeah
u want proof?

its probably fake
whatever proof u have
rosie wouldnt do
that
shes not a psycho

oh she would
*1 link attached*

"You can't believe that." I whisper, staring at the screen.

Milo had done it. He had ruined my life once again.

"Get out."

"What?" I look up at Gavi startled. "You don't-."

"Get out." He repeated.

"Gavi." I say quietly, tears welling in my eyes. He just glared at me not saying a word.

I snatched my phone from the bed and walked to the door. I looked back at Gavi to see if he would say 'come back' or 'i was joking i know you wouldn't do this because you're not an insane murderer.' But he didn't.

I walked out the room and over to the front door. I slipped on my shoes, opened the front door and walked out.

I let the tears fall and a choked sob escaped from me. I can't believe it. I don't know what to do.