ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ - ʟᴀᴍɪɴᴇ ʏᴀᴍᴀʟ

'47 - Fixing patches.'

a month past (please trust me on this)

"Morning sweet." I heard a calm voice next to my ear.

"Morning." I mumble, then turn the other way.

"Not a morning person then?" Pablo chuckles.

"Never was, you know me well." I yawn.

"I have a match tonight." He informs me.

"I know." I smile at him.

"Are you not going to come?" He says in a teasing tone.

"Nope." I joke.

"Come on!" He tantrums.

"Fine, fine." I rub my eyes. "What time is it anyway?"

"6pm."

"I'll be fine to go then, but what should I wear?"

"Easy, my jersey." He smirks.

"I don't have one." I admit.

"Give me a few minutes, I'll sort you." He just grans his car keys, and runs out of my apartment.

What a strange boy.

I got out of bed and did the normal routine you know, brushing my teeth blah blah blah.

I then put on some comfy shorts and a hoodie, and fled to the living room to find something to watch.

As I'm scrolling, I heard the doorbell. I groan and went to go open the door.

"Hey Pedri!" I smile at the boy at the door.

"What the hell are you thinking!" He yells at me.

"Why the fuck are you yelling at me?" I raise my voice.

"Sneaking around with Gavi, really Camilla?" His voice sounds disappointed.

"I'm not sneaking around." I grit my teeth.

"You're being fucking ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous." He shakes his head and starts to pace around my room. "You have a boy fucking heartbroken about you leaving for three whole months! Three months he's been waiting for you, and you're doing this?"

"He cheated on me, he has no right to wait!"

"He wasn't fucking conscious!" Pedri yells so loudly in my face, which made us both stand in silence. Him in anger, and me in fear and shock.

"And why did noone tell me this." I whisper.

"Because he was too ashamed to admit it, happy now?" Pedri rolls his eyes. "Talk about you being mature enough."

"Can you just stop?" I yell, "You came into my apartment yelling at me instead of speaking to me like I'm some child, and you don't tell me crucial information like that?"

"You don't get to speak."

"Yes I fucking do, none of you communicated with me. Not even him, and now you're yelling at me."

Pedri sighs, trying to catch his breath from the screaming.

"I'm sorry." Is something I don't expect coming out of him.

"It's okay." Is all I said, because I didn't know what to say.

I stared at him for two minutes, wiped my tears off my cheek, and stormed off to my room.

I wrapped myself around my blanket, and just cried more into my hands. I don't know why I was so broken.

Maybe it's the natural way that you find out that the person that was your other half is now hurting because you're not there, but it's also knowing that your love for him would never fade away, no matter how you try.