Alegría | Bartra

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Day twenty

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Mariella sighs deeply, signalizing me that she's pretty annoyed by me.

"I know you miss Marc for God's sake Cecilia"

I rub my forehead as I let myself fall down onto my bed and stare up to the ceiling.

"I can't help it Mariella, you just can't imagine what it feels like"

"I can, trust me" she groans and I can hear her shift around in her hotelroom.

"How?" I say, realizing that I am starting to get unfriendly as well, "You've never had a long-distance relationship in your whole life"

My best friend stays quiet for a few seconds which can only mean two things; whether she's tired and just zoned out completely or I've hit her really hard with my words.

"Mariella?"

"Yes?" she replies icily, sounding harsh and hurt.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Leave it Cecilia, alright?" Mariella interrupts me impolitely.

What have I even done? I've only told her that she's never had such a feeling before and now she's angry?

"Look Mariella, I didn't want to upset you, I-"

"Maybe you're not the only one who's had problems in relationships right?"

"You've never told me about anyone breaking your heart, normally you're the one leaving the guys" I fire back, feeling my heart ache as Mariella laughs coldly.

"To be honest Cecilia, I just didn't know how to tell you that Marc likes me more than he likes you"

I force myself to laugh as well but I feel paralyzed as my grip tightens around the phone in my hand.

"How do you even know? You know nothing" I say bitterly, my every muscle tensed.

"Oh, he hasn't told you yet? Too bad, it seems like I have to do it myself"

Mariella's cold and hard tone causes tears to wall up in my eyes as images of Marc and her flash my mind like my nightmares have come alive.

"Marc kissed me yesterday. He told me I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever seen but he wants to keep us a secret because he doesn't want to hurt you by picking your best friend"

The tears now float freely over my cheeks and I can barely contain myself not to let sobs escape my mouth.

I will not let that bitch know how crushed I feel.

"You aren't my best friend Mariella, good night"

With those words I press a button to end the call before beginning to cry uncontrollably, tugging my knees to my chest and hiding my head behind my hands that shake terribly.

I knew it. I knew it the whole time but he told me not to be so pessimistic and practically scolded me for not trusting him.

My heart feels as if someone, Marc to be more precise, ripped it out of my chest and threw it onto the ground right infront of my eyes, making me watch him jumping onto it and making it ache horribly.

I have given him nothing but my very best but everything that comes back at me is cheating and the tiny, bruised pieces of my broken heart wrapped up in a lovely present as a so called surprise.

Of course, Mariella has always been the more beautiful, more popular and more social out of us two but when I met Marc I thought it didn't matter. I thought I'd finally found a guy caring for me and loving me for my nerdy and insecure self, for my flaws and my love for painting and creativity but I guess I was wrong.