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Chapter 12: Duele El Amor

Zabdiel

Having to walk away like I didn't care when Camila was on her knees begging me to stay was the hardest thing I've ever done. I didn't even look at her when she was begging, I just got in my car and left.

Now I'm driving back to the hotel debating if I should go back or not to her. I hate seeing her cry, it breaks my heart to pieces. As badly as I wanted to make love to her when she offered, I know I would forgive her like nothing. Camila is my weakness and she forever will be.

After I finished my session of rock climbing with my brother I decided to go visit her since that was the plan. My blood began to boil and I swear I've never felt such pain when I saw her locking lips with her ex. The way he was holding her was enough to send me mad. I was so furious at that moment that I vaguely remember the whole situation. I remember losing my mind at that moment and attacking him. Camila held me by the waist to stop me from hitting him. If Camila wouldn't have stopped me, I would've done so much worse to him.

I do trust her in every way possible but I saw her with my own eyes kissing him. This isn't my Camila, my Camila wouldn't cheat on me. I know it's only a matter of time before I go crawling back to her but I need to wait and give myself some time to think.

Le creo a Camila, ella no me engañaría. Solo tengo que calmarme y luego iré a buscarla.

"¡Te amo, Zabdiel! ¡No puedo vivir sin ti! ¡No me dejes, te lo suplico!" Those were her last words to me. Dejarla cuando me estaba rogando fue un error.

I'm driving noticeably pass the speed limit but I don't care. All I see is her face, especially the face she had when she was begging me. I just wish I could crash to end all of this. I surprisingly make it back to the hotel safely.

"Regresaste temprano." My brother Carlos questions me.

"Si, llegue temprano." I say through my teeth.

"¿Que paso?" He asks worriedly.

"¿De quien más se trataría?" I respond a little bit too rudely.

"Lo que haya pasado, tienen que hablar." He gives me the advice. "Se cuánto la amas y se nota lo triste que estás. Fue una pelea de niños."

I know I should've talked to her and tried to understand her but I was so mad at the moment and I still am.

"Mañana que nos vayamos trataré de hablar con ella, ya es muy tarde." I tell him.

The warm shower helps me relax a little bit and loosen up my tense muscles. My tears also blend in with the water.

After the shower I change and head to the balcony of this hotel room. I sit outside in silence and look at the stars for about half an hour before heading back inside to sleep. Well at least try to sleep.

The following day we pack everything to leave Los Angeles. My brother drives us to the airport to turn in the rental car and then head to our flight.

"¿Que esperas?" Carlos asks me when I stop walking and look back.

"Nada." I lie. Knowing Camila and how stubborn she is, I know she's going to come running and apologize and then I'll tell her everything will be okay. Camila sabe a cual hora sale mi vuelo, ella tiene que venir y yo me disculparé.

Camila debe de llegar en cualquier momento. I think to myself. Before we got in a fight, I told her what time my flight was leaving so she knows I'm at the airport right now.