𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓; 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈

𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻

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It's late, almost 11 p.m., and I'm sitting on my bed, staring blankly at my phone screen. The soft hum of the city outside feels distant, and the only light in my room is the glow from the screen.

The text thread with Pedri is right there, open, like it's mocking me. I could text him. I need to text him.

But I don't know if I should.

He didn't show up earlier today — or yesterday. He always comes in for his coffee, everyday except on weekends.

Yet, there's no sign of him, no quick smile from across the counter, no casual banter. I thought maybe he was busy, or that something came up, but the longer I sit here, the more my mind spins out of control.

What if it's because of me? Because of how I snapped at him a couple of days ago?

I bite my lip, tapping my fingers on the arm of the couch, restless. What if he's avoiding me? What if I ruined everything by lashing out?

The guilt I've been pushing down since that day resurfaces, coiling tight in my chest.

Pedri doesn't deserve that. He was just trying to help, and I made him feel like he'd overstepped.

I was too defensive. It wasn't his fault; it's mine, and now... now I think I've messed it all up.

I should apologize.

But what if he doesn't want to hear it? What if I've already pushed him too far away?

I rub at my temples, frustration building. I glance down at the bracelet wrapped around my wrist — the one Pedri gave me for my birthday. I've worn it every day since, and now the sight of it makes me feel even worse.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do with all of this.

Suddenly, I grab my phone and, before I can second-guess myself, type out a message.

My thumb hovers over the send button. My heart's racing, and I feel ridiculous for making this into such a big deal, but I send the message before I can chicken out.

Pedri

Hey
Can we meet?

Almost instantly, the bubbles appear on the screen, and then his reply pops up.

Pedri
Sure, where?

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and quickly text back the name of the small park near my apartment, that I was planning on going to anyway.

It's quiet at this time of night, perfect for a conversation I've been dreading but need to have.

He agrees, and now all I can do is wait.

I instantly get up from my bed, grabbing a zip-up hoodie from my closet as I wear my shoes hurriedly.

I stop infront of my mirror for a moment, brushing my fingers through my hair as I apply a bit of concealer. I gotta look presentable, at least.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm sitting on a bench in the park, the cool night air brushing against my skin. I pull my jacket tighter around me, trying to push away the nervous energy that's been gnawing at me all evening.

The park is almost empty, just a few scattered figures walking by or sitting in the distance. It feels oddly peaceful, but my thoughts are anything but that.