Alegría | Bartra

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A/N: your comments about the deleting things were quite different; some of you told me that my other stories are infact a lot better than this, some other of you told me to do what I would like best and the majority asked me to keep the story going.

I would have deleted the story, I am not going to lie, but since so many of you asked me to continue and since this story is ending after this and another chapter anyways, I decided to finish the story properly.

Thank you for all your feetback!

I love you guys💘

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Day twenty-four

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"You didn't even listen to the whole story Marc, I am really worried... Just call me back, please. Even if it is just to end things, I-I-" I break myself off and realize how pathetic I sound but I couldn't care less.

I want Marc back; not Marc Bartra the football player nor Marc Bartra the guy that meets up with my best friend but Marc my everything, my treasure, the sweet Spaniard that stole my heart only minutes after meeting me.

I miss his voice.

I miss his touch.

I miss him and him only.

"I need to hear it out of your mouth. Please just call me back Marc. I still love you. Te quiero"

Pressing a button to end the voicemail, I wipe a single tear that makes its way lonely down my cheek and leaves a wet, salty stain where it touched my skin.

My lovelife may sound like one sick joke and honestly I am only waiting for cameramen to jump out of wardrobes and from underneath my couch to tell me that I've been filmed the whole time but it's the terrible reality.

I am about to lose everything; not only a friendship that once meant the world to me but also the best guy I've ever met, a guy that accepted my flaws and my weaknesses, a guy that was simply perfect to me.

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Day twenty-six

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Every day now follows the same routine; waking up, splashing water into my face, visiting university, crying and not being able to sleep for an enternity.

The nightmares about Marc haunt me again; once he made out with another girl, another time he trash-talked about me badly and last night he introduced his new lover to be none other than Mariella. One thing all the dreams have in common apart from Marc playing the main role in it is that I wake up with tears in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.

As I make my way through the corridors of the university today something is different from all the days before. It is as if the danger has hidden itself around the next corner and just waits to jump out and surprise me in the worst way imaginable.

"Cecilia"

My breath hitches in my throat as I recognize the well-known voice. I practically sprint past the doors to classrooms, the familiar person still following after me.

"Cecilia! Please!"

I stop in my tracks and turn around to send her one of my killing death glares as my hands ball into fists.

"Talk Mariella. You have one minute before you leave me the fûck alone"

Her eyes are directed to the floor but I can tell she's afraid of talking to me; her fingers are tangled together and she steps from one foot to the other, seeming nervous and anxious.

"I am sorry. For everything"

"A simple sorry is not going to turn the damn situation" I hiss as a dark corner of my heart wishes to see her feeling guilty and ashamed.

"B-But I explained you e-"

"It was too late. Thank you for being an awesome best friend. You don't deserve that position at all. If you don't mind"

I make a lame attempt to squeeze myself past her but she blocks my way and locks her eyes with mine this time, sending me an apologizing glance.

"What happened Cecilia? He must be glad you forgave him"

"That's not the point and it is also none of your business anymore. Goodbye Mariella"

I try to walk past my former best friend for the second time but she still stands in the middle of the hallway, not moving one centimeter.

"I will do everything to gain your trust again Cecilia. Let me help you. Please"

Her begging glance causes me to think for a brief second before I shake my head again.

"You've done enough damage Mariella. I don't need your help anymore"

Finally, I succeed to push myself past her and leave her standing alone in the corridor as the bell rings to announce the start of the first reading of the day.

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Day twenty-eight

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"I know you are listening to these voicemails Marc" I sigh deeply, "I just want to know if you are okay and if you are visiting me in two days. Please, only a simple yes or no is alright. Just one little life sign"

The tears while recording voicemails for Marc grew to be less and less over the days; I am simply to exhausted to cry.

"I can't sleep properly anymore, Marc. I don't think of anything besides you and the worry about you is making me sick. I miss you. Te quiero"

Clicking a button to end the voicemail, I let myself fall back onto the couch and rub over my face that seems to be frozen to only one expression these days.

My mobile phone starts bleeping and when I take a quick look at the screen, I notice Marc's name blinking on it. The pace of my heartbeat quickens as I unlock the phone with shaking fingers, curious to read the message he sent me.

From: Marc💘

No, I won't come.

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Day thirty

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The ringing of the bell at my frontdoor causes me to shriek as I was in deep thoughts before.

Trying to push the deathly thoughts and memories about what used to be aside, I stumble to the door and open it, just to lock eyes with a far too familiar person.

"I don't have time for your bullshît right now" I groan but Mariella doesn't even make the attempt of leaving me alone.

Her fingers are tightly curled around a stainless white envelope and her eyes are filled with such a seriousness that I quickly forget about the idea to insult her again.

"I know you don't want to talk to me Cecilia. But Marc did. He told me everything that happened. And I figured out that I still need to make up for certain things. I am not going to tell you to be my best friend again because I could understand if you don't want to, but I would be happy if you could at least forgive me"

She hands me the envelope and nods briefly before taking a few steps back.

"Have a lovely day Cecilia"

Mariella turns on her heels and leaves me standing at the frame of my frontdoor, speechless and kind of frozen to the spot.

I sigh deeply and make my way into the apartment again, closing the door behind me and ripping the envelope open.

And all of a sudden, a ticket for a flight to Barcelona is what I hold in my hands.