Pedri's POV
When we got home, Fermin said he was going to shower. While he went to clean up, I put my bag down in my room and headed next door to Camila's. As I entered, I noticed something that hit me hard—the other half of the bracelet she had with my last name on it was lying on her dresser, and all of her makeup and bag were gone. A sense of unease washed over me.
Feeling a mix of concern and curiosity, I walked over to the kitchen and found a small letter on the table. My heart sank as I read it:
*Guys, I'm fine. I just went to see my father and sister. Bye.*
I called all the guys together. "Guys, she left for Portugal."
"What do you mean she left?" Gavi asked, his confusion evident.
I held up the note for them to see. "She's gone. Just like that."
Maria walked in, her expression shifting to concern. "Can this be because she didn't get the green light to get back to playing?"
"She didn't get the green light to play?" Ferran asked, his brows furrowing.
"Yeah," Maria explained. "She came to watch us practice, and she looked so sad. I asked one of the girls if they knew what was up, and they told me she didn't get the green light."
"I feel so bad," Fermin said, looking downcast.
"Maybe we should call her," Pablo suggested, his voice hopeful.
"I don't know her like you all do, but maybe we should give her some time to open up," Maria said gently.
"She's right," I added. "When Gavi tore his ACL, he didn't talk to us for two weeks. He stayed in his room, but he reached out when he was ready."
"Pedri is right; we just need to wait for her to open up," Ale said, nodding in agreement.
"Yeah," Ausn chimed in, adding his support.
The room fell silent for a moment as we all processed the situation. It was hard to watch someone we cared about go through something like this. We might not be able to change what had happened, but we could be there for her when she was ready. All we could do now was wait and hope she would come back to us when the time was right.
Camila's POV
"Bye, Dad."
"Bye, Camila. I'm sorry for not being there for you, but I need to take care of Sofia. She's not feeling well."
"Of course, Dad. Bye."
"Noah, I'm so happy Camila finally got with someone as nice as you."
His words felt like a punch to the gut. "No, me and your daughter are not together," Noah replied, trying to deflect the awkwardness.
"Oh, I just thought you guys were together," my dad said, surprise etched on his face.
As I boarded the plane back to Barcelona, the weight of my emotions became unbearable. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I broke down, tears streaming down my face. Noah turned to me, concern etched on his features. "Camila, what's wrong?" he asked gently.
I wiped my eyes and took a shaky breath. "I just... I hate that my dad always chooses my sister over me. Even after my accident, it feels like I'm always in the background." The frustration bubbled up inside me. "I worked so hard to recover, and it feels like no one even notices. I feel invisible."
Noah nodded, his expression softening. "You're not invisible. You're strong, Camila. You've been through a lot, and it's okay to feel how you feel. Just remember, you're not alone."
His words were comforting, but my heart still ached. The flight felt long, and I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. When we finally landed in Barcelona, I felt a mix of relief and anxiety. I drove Noah home, keeping the conversation light, but my mind was elsewhere.
As I arrived back at my place, I took a deep breath before stepping inside. The atmosphere was lively; I could hear laughter and chatter coming from outside. I hesitated at the front door, feeling a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew everyone would be gathered by the pool, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with dread.
When I finally mustered the courage to walk in, I spotted everyone outside, enjoying the sun. I froze when I saw Maria laughing with the others, their carefree joy a stark contrast to my heavy heart. Why do I feel so jelly? I wondered, a pang of jealousy washing over me. It wasn't just about Maria; it was about feeling left out of everything.
I turned quickly, hoping no one noticed me, and slipped into my room. I closed the door softly, leaning against it for a moment as I tried to catch my breath. The walls felt like they were closing in, and I needed a moment to gather my thoughts.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I glanced around my room. It was filled with memories—pictures from happier times, reminders of who I used to be. I felt so far removed from that person now. The accident had changed everything, and I was struggling to find my place again.
My relationship with Pedri weighed heavily on my mind. We had been so close, and yet now it felt like we were drifting apart. There was this unspoken tension between us, a question lingering in the air: Did we want to be together, or were we better off as friends? I missed the way we used to laugh and talk without hesitation, but now every interaction felt charged with uncertainty.
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"Treating you the Way you Deserve" //Pedri Gonzalez
Fanfiction"Camila has been very close to the boys' group ever since she grew up with them at La Masia. However, the dynamic changes when two new players join the team.
