the sun always rises || dybala

20: cutting ties

venerdì 12:37

you have 6 new messages from paulo!

paulo
Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain't nobody love you like I do
Promise that I will not take it personal, baby
If you're moving on with someone new

paulo
Cause baby you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day I'll feel it too
And until then I'll smile to hide the truth
But I know I was happier with you

paulo
Sat on the corner of the room
Everything's reminding me of you
Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happier
Aren't you?

paulo
Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain't nobody need you like I do
I know that there's others that deserve you
But my darling, I am still in love with you

paulo
But I guess you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day I'd feel it too
I could try to smile to hide the truth
I know I was happier with you

paulo
Baby, you look happier, you do
I knew one day you'd fall for someone new
But if breaks your heart like lovers do
Just know that I'll be waiting here for you

charlene
Hi Paulo. I really don't want to talk to you right now. Stop texting me.

He doesn't understand everything that's happened.

Paulo woke up in the guest room of Douglas' house, where he explained how he even got there. The Argentine was black out drunk last night, literally passed out right when he hit the mattress and that was all he remembers.

But he does know Anto fucked up everything between him and Charlene.

A club. Shots. Drinks. Alcohol. Anto. And now, instead of nursing his hangover, he's at Allianz Stadium looking for her, but she's not in her little makeshift office.

She's usually here, never misses a day of work. Always on top of things, she doesn't really like to go outside of her room, she usually brings her own lunch. Usually something she made, or she bought on her way to work.

The door to her office is locked. Paulo even pressed his ear against the door to see if he can hear her inside, but in the end, he might have just looked stupid for nothing.

"Uh—" He flags down Sara, head of the media department for Juventus. "Have you seen Charlene?"

"Charlene? I heard she called in sick today."

"Really?" Paulo, for a fact, doesn't believe any of that. If it was for a hangover, he at least hoped Charlene got home safely last night, he fucking doubts it. She handles alcohol quite well, and she would be here right now. "That's uh...okay. Thanks."

He takes out his phone to text her again, but he re-reads her latest text and becomes discouraged. He knows if he did text her again, there's a good chance she won't even text him back. For God's sake, he texted her the lyrics of Happier by Ed Sheeran the morning after everything went wrong—of course she won't text back!

This is useless. Paulo feels useless. He's not so sure what to do now.

He wants to give her space and time—he understands that she needs to think, but whatever the fuck Anto told her, it's making him question the nature of their relationship now.