𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 - Alejandro balde

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📸𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀📸

The next morning, Amira was once again pulled out of her dreams by the sound of the doorbell ringing incessantly. She grumbled, squinting at the clock and wondering who had the audacity to disturb her this early. Still groggy, she slipped out of bed, wrapped her robe around herself, and trudged down the stairs.

As she opened the door, she was greeted by a sight that shook away her drowsiness. Alejandro stood there, dressed in his training kit, holding his little black bag in one hand. Even in his casual gear, he looked effortlessly good, with the morning sun casting a soft glow on him. For a moment, she was caught off guard, letting her gaze linger a bit longer than she intended.

She quickly snapped herself out of it and cleared her throat. "Ale, what are you doing here?"

Alejandro met her gaze, his expression serious but with a hint of playfulness. "I have training in six hours, Ria. But I'm staying here until you tell me why you've been ignoring me."

She sighed, folding her arms as she gave him a tired look. "The girls are still sleeping. Keep it down," she muttered, a bit flustered.

He nodded, stepping inside and slipping off his shoes. Without another word, he made his way to the guest room downstairs, and Amira quietly followed, closing the door behind them. Alejandro sat on the bed, his gaze never leaving her as she took a seat on the edge.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Alejandro spoke softly. "Ria, talk to me. What's going on? I can see something's wrong. You can tell me."

She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but instead of words, a choked sob escaped her lips. Her walls, which she had kept up so carefully, came crashing down. Before she knew it, she was crying, her shoulders shaking as she let out all the pent-up hurt and fear. Alejandro didn't hesitate for a second. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. His hand gently rubbed her back, and he whispered soothing words, telling her to breathe, that she wasn't alone, and that they'd face whatever it was together.

Once her tears began to subside, she managed to speak in a shaky voice. "Ale... my ex... he cheated on me," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "With one of my closest friends. Ever since then, I... I can't trust anyone. I'm scared to let people get close. Whether it's a friend or... or more, I always feel like they're going to stab me in the back."

Alejandro held her tighter, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm so sorry, Ria. You didn't deserve that. No one does. And you don't have to explain anything else if you're not ready. Take all the time you need."

Amira took a deep breath, her gaze distant as she continued. "It was about six, seven months ago..."

Flashback, Six Months Ago

Amira was buzzing with excitement as she stepped off the plane. She had managed to get back early from a brand trip, eager to surprise her boyfriend, Michael, for his birthday. They had been together for two years, and she had planned everything to make this day special. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized she had come back just to celebrate with him.

But as she entered her house, her heart sank. She heard voices and laughter coming from the guest room, a sound that felt so out of place. Confused, she moved down the hallway, her steps slowing as she reached the door. She pushed it open, and the world as she knew it shattered.

Michael was in bed with another girl. And not just any girl—Amy Jones, her best friend of five years. The girl she had trusted like family.

For a moment, Amira stood there in shock, the betrayal sinking in slowly like ice through her veins. Then, her shock turned to fury. She stormed over, her hand flying out as she slapped each of them. Her voice trembled with anger as she demanded Michael pack his things and leave. She didn't shed a single tear in front of them, but the moment they left, her heart broke. She cried for hours, her siblings and friends rallying around her, holding her together through the worst days.