The Loved Cheater ~ Paulo Dybala [ON HOLD!!]

Chapter 7 - My mistake

His text shocked me. It was insane.

"I wanted to propose to you Nicole, the night II cheated. I had bought the ring you told me about, and I thought I was ready. Then I got so nervous that I for some reason decided to cheat on you. It wasn't right. Then I got drunk. I'm sorry but I think we both have to move on."

I started crying a little bit out of joy, then a lot because I got sad. He was now gone forever. It hurt so much.

I ran back upstairs to my room, closing the door quickly. I sat down by my desk and texted my best friend Amanda. I told her to come by as soon as she could.

She thankfully just got home from Turkey, so she was on her way. I couldn't talk to my stepmom again. It would be too weird.

Amanda came upstairs to my room as soon as my stepmom let her in. I hugged her for a while. She was always there for me.

I told her everything. She couldn't speak. I guess she was overwhelmed with my crazy shit.

"Go back to him, I bet he didn't forget anything. He still loves you. That's what I belive." She told me. And I agreed.

"But how? He has a new girlfriend." I said. She just got annoyed when I said that.

"You know his address sweetie! Drive to his house and just go knock on the door. No texts or calls."

She was right. After a while of talking, she decided to sleep over, since she didn't feel like driving home.

It was nice for a while, but when she fell asleep I couldn't stop thinking about Paulo. He was never off my mind.

I finally got some sleep, but woke up early in the morning. Amanda was still sleeping. So I wrote a note and left it on my desk.

I put on some clothes and took a cab up to Paulo's house. He always woke up early on weekends for no reason just like me. So I knew he would be awake.

I paid the driver and ran up to the door. After a while of second guessing myself, I knocked.

Right as the door opened I smiled, but then regreted it. It was Paulos girlfriend. Not him.

"And what do you want?" She said. She was so rude for no reason.

"Uhm is Paulo there..? I'm his sister and I need to talk to him." I lied, but it was the only way to acctually seem less suspicius.

She called his name and he came downstairs. She shut the door as soon as he stepped outside.

"Look Paulo. That text was just 10 emotions at once. I still have feelings for you. And finding out you were about to propose was just the perfect little cherry on top. So I'm begging you, for another chance." I said and looked down at the ground. I felt ashamed.

He looked at me like I was crazy. I thought he would want to get back together, but I guess not. 

"Uhm... Nicole, I don't know. I have a girlfriend, sorry." I teared up a little. He didn't seem to care at all. It hurt so much. 

I nodded, wiped away my tears and turned around. Hoping he would stop me from going. But he didn't. So I walked back to the cab, still praying he would stop me. I got in the car and was on my way back home. I started crying so much, it hurt.

But instead of going home, I told the driver to drop me off by the beach. Where Paulo and I used to go to watch the sunset. 

I finally got there. I paid the driver and walked to the beach. No one was there, as usual. I took off my shoes and left them by a bench. Then I walked towards the water. 

The water was blue, and the sand was soft. I missed Paulo even more. I sat down, the water touched my feet. I took out my phone from my pocket and decided to text Paulo.

"Look, I get that you are happy with your new girlfriend. But I will never move on. What we had was amazing. And for you to just forget so quickly is just insane. I get that you aren't the romantic type, but still. Unbelievable." 

After a few minutes of hesitation, I sent it. I waited for half an hour for him to text. And I was left on read. Everything hurt. He didn't care about me at all anymore. He has his girlfriend so I don't even exist. 

I started crying so much. Nothing would ever help. Texting, calling, talking or crying. It was over. But I couldn't realize it. Paulo and I were like the perfect example of love at first sight. But that didn't last. At all. 

I wiped away all my tears. Then someone started talking to me.

"Why are you crying? No need for a beauty like you to cry, honey." I looked back and I started crying again. It was like the sunshine on a cloudy day. 

It was Paulo.