𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 - alejandro garnacho

𝟎𝟎𝟔

𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓,
and I was in pure shock.

The revelation hits me like a ton of bricks, I feel a wave of disappointment and confusion wash over me, wondering if i misinterpreted our connection.

I lie there in bed, feeling lost and betrayed, I don't know what to do or say. My mind racing with thoughts and questions. I thought that there was going to be something between us. But that. That has thrown everything into doubt.

I replay the events of the day in my head, the realisation dawns on me. When Alejandro dropped me off at my house, he must've took the other girl on a date after. The thought of him possibly seeing her straight after me feels like a stab in the heart. It makes me question the sincerity of his words and gestures towards me.

I pick up my phone, driven by a mix of hurt and anger, I start typing a message to Alejandro. The words pour out of me, fueled by the realisation that we've crossed the line in the friendship, the one the only started last week, it sounds ridiculous, I know.

The message is a jumble of emotions, expressing my confusion, disappointment and a hint of anger. I press send, my heart beating fast, and wait for his response.

After sending the message, I set my phone aside, my heart pounding in my chest. I feel a mix of nervousness and relief - relieved to have got my feelings off my chest, but also anxious at what his response may be.

I try to distract myself, but my mind keeps wandering back to the phone, waiting for it to vibrate with a reply.

The minutes tick by, each one feeling like an hour as I distract myself waiting for a reply.

My mind races with questions, wondering what he's thinking, if he'll apologise or try to explain himself.

I glance at my phone every few moments, my stomach twisting into knots each time it remains silent.

Finally my phone buzzes, I scramble to pick it up, my heart leaping into my throat. I unlock it and read the message, bracing myself for what it might say.

The message is a mix of regret and explanation, him apologising for hurting me but also trying to downplay the situation, stating that we're just friends.

I feel a pang of disappointment at his words, struggling on how to respond.

I re read the message, and it makes me even more confused and hurt, I reply my fingers shaking as I type.

"So you're saying you had to date another girl to figure out if you want to continue with me? Is that it!"

Alejandro's reply comes through, and it hits me like a brick, "Well, yes but I don't want this to upset you or anything and it shouldn't but, I do like Addy more. I'm sorry, but I think it's best if we don't talk anymore."

Before I can even fully process his words, the message changes to
'This person is no longer receiving messages'. He's blocked me.

The full weight of what happened hits me, and I feel an overwhelming wave of sadness and hurt. I've shared so much with him, opened up and been all vulnerable.

I thought he understood me like no one else did, but now he's chosen someone else. The pain is deep and I find myself crying in my room.

I let the tears fall, not even trying to hold them back. Maybe I was too naive and maybe I get myself attached way too quickly. And I think that's how it has always been.

Eventually the tears subside and I decide to get out of the house, I grab my jacket and head out, my mind still a mess of emotions. I end up at a Starbucks, ordering a coffee and finding a quiet spot.