mistaken | jorge + martina ✓

fifteenth

"The flight to Buenos Aires is leaving in 15 minutes" Jorge heard the woman say through the speakers of the airport.

He quickly bought a ticket and walked towards the douane. Within 5 minutes he got through the douane as he marched towards the gate where he stood in line.

His bag was already in the luggage room. He had to go back to Martina's house for his bag, which was the most awkward thing he had ever done.

He just took his bag and walked out as quick as possible again.

Now he was standing here on the airport, ready to go back. He was still doubting if this was the right choice, but she wouldn't let him in her house anyway.

"Sir, can I see your boarding pass?" The woman asked as Jorge shook out of his thoughts.

He gave her his boarding pass and then walked passed her inside the plane. He sat down in his seat and took his phone from his pocket.

He saw a message of Ruggero pop up in his screen.

rugge: and? got your girl?

As Jorge read the message he actually didn't want to answer, but he knew he had to.

jorge: no

He answered short, but clear. He then closed his phone and sat back down in his seat.

He pressed his eyelids on top of each other and fell asleep within a few seconds.

-

Martina was staring at her daughter playing with an empty look in her eyes. Olivia was building a tower from coloured blocks.

Martina's head was totally in the clouds. Well, not in the clouds, just by Jorge.

She didn't know what to do anymore.
Just then her mother came into the living room.

"Hey honey, what was all that with Jorge last night?" Martina took a look at her mother. She then grabbed her mother's hand and walked towards the kitchen, just so Olivia wouldn't hear.

"We had a fight. He wanted to go back to Buenos Aires and I wanted to stay here. Now he left and I think he's already in the airplane" Martina explained before tears started rolling over her bare cheeks.

Mariana took her daughter in her arms and held her tight. This was what Martina really needed. Holding her mother while crying her eyes out.

She felt like a small child, needing her mother in the storm.

"I promise everything will be fine" Her mom whispered while slowly releasing from the hug with her brown haired daughter.

"He's stuck in my head and I'm done with it. I don't want to think about him, worry about him, cry about him. I want to live my own life, give Olivia a bright future. I want her to have a father, a man who protects her until the day he dies." Martina cried out in the crock of her mother's neck.

"Honey, its okay. I get how you feel. But that man, does that man have to be Jorge? Maybe you should start imagining a family with someone else than Jorge." A confused expression turned on Martina's face when she heard her mother's words.

"I mean, I like Jorge a lot, he's a great man. But the past days it has only been hurting you, he has been hurting you." Mariana explained, an expression of mercy was noticeable in her eyes.

Martina nodded, knowing her mother was right. He had been hurting her without even knowing. Now it was time for her to get her own life, leave him behind.

In the meantime Jorge had landed on the airport in Buenos Aires. He was walking over the airport, trying to get to his car.

He walked through the doors and went straight to the parkinglot. He stepped inside his black car after he placed his bag in the back.

-

"What do you mean, you didn't get her!?" Ruggero exclaimed cluelessly while he looked at his depressed best friend in front of him.

"She wanted to stay there forever and I wanted to go back, that's how er ended up fighting and she didn't let me in anymore. I had no other choice then getting here, cause she was being selfish!" Jorge shouted from anger. He sat down on his bed next to him.

Ruggero sat down next to him, clearly taken away by what he had just heard.

"Oh" Was the only thing Ruggero left out. He had no idea how to answer this.

He knew Jorge loves Martina a lot. He also knew thar Jorge wanted to be close to his child.

Just then Jorge's phone started ringing heavily. Jorge picked his phone from the bed and looked at the caller.

martina

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply before answering the call. "Hello?" He said, almost in a whisper.

"I miss you" Her warm voice spoke through the phone. One second after that she broke the connection.

Jorge stood frozen in his room, his phone still by his ear. He couldn't hmeven say something back.

Ruggero was sitting with a confused look on Jorge's bed, not having a clue of what was going on.

"She told me she misses me. And then hung up" Jorge told Ruggero, still deep in shock of the call.

"Okay bro, you should calm down and get your stuff together. If you think she's worth it to move to Italy, then go down there. If you think she isn't, then man up and get over her." Ruggero states while he patted Jorge's back harshly.

"You're right" Jorge said, still not knowing which of the two options he was going for.

He loved her, that was for sure.
But he loved his family and friends as well.

He couldn't choose between either of them, but now he came to the point that he had to.

He had to choose between his love and his child or his family and friends.

He let himself fall in his bed, totally hopeless. He wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again. Or at least let this all disappear.

Ruggero noticed that Jorge needed to be alone as he left the room quietly.

Jorge felt broken. Either way he had to lose the ones he loves.

And this all because of her, because she wantes him to choose.

And that's when it hit him. She doesn't deserve him. She's the one who makes him choose between people he loves.

And if he chooses for her, she get what she wants and keeps everyone she loves. And that concludes that he will be the one who lost people.

The only problem behind this all was that he still loves her.

< heavily obsessed with si te tuviera and listening to it 24/7 damn. hope you guys like this chapter cause I don't. if you have ideas for this book, please comment cause idk anymore. >
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