This is a mess

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Ivonne. 

I have a bad feeling about the whole situation. I don't know if my boyfriend came back to the hotel, so I decide to ask for him in reception. While I'm waiting for the recepcionist's attention I start thinking about Erik, It was so easy to talk to him, like I knew him from before, obviously I don't... I just have this feeling that I've seen him somewhere else, maybe he is famous... 

"Good morning, miss. Can I help you?" The recepcionist interrupts my thoughts about Erik. 

"Yes... uhm do you know if my boyfriend returned last night?" I honestly feel so ashamed for this, I can't believe this is real. 

"Yes, miss but he left early in the morning with his suitcases" What? I knew something bad was going to happen at the moment I put a step on this hotel. 

"Are you sure?" I'm shaking now, all I want to do is run away. 

"Yes, miss" I'm holding my tears so I run to the elevator to avoid strangers's looks. 

He left. My stuff are the only ones left in the room. My clothes, makeup, shoes, suitcases, but nothing else. I look for my plain ticket, but it's not there. He didn't take it, right?. I quickly look for the charger to my cellphone, maybe he left me a message there. I never thought he would be capable of leaving me behind in a foreign country, I know I pissed him off but this is not fair, I don't deserve this. After a while I turn my cell on and listen to the first message.

**I saw you last night going in a car with some german, how could you? this is over. You are alone now... and just so you know I changed our tickets to one in first class for me today, I'm leaving this country you love so much, you love it so much, then you are going to stay in it**

"This is not happening" I can finally say it outloud. I start looking for my ticket but nothing, he really took it. I start remembering all I said last night, and I know exactly what made him so angry, football. 

One of the main reasons I wanted to come to Germany was football, I have a whole different cultural background, I come from a totally different country but I've always felt this great excitement whenever I see the German national team playing, I feel it as my own. When they won the world cup this year I was so excited, I cried to be honest, it was so amazing as it was my own country. Nicolás, my boyfriend, always felt a bit jelous of my passion, he likes football but not in the way I do, so last night when I started talking about how I'm going to miss going to the Bayern's games or any other team I had the opportunity to see, he freaked out. He was hiding all this evil things inside and he let everything out, told me I only liked football because of the players and I didn't deny it, I do like some of them, they are handsome and funny but it's definitely not the only reason I love football.

 Football is a tradition in my house, my mom is like a football enciclopedia, she knows everything there is to know about players, teams, coaches, games, world cups, she has a very good memory. Now, I feel stupid, maybe I shouldn't have said all those stuff about football, but I really didn't know he was going to react like that with. He is... or was my best friend, I could tell him anything and he was always so patient and kind, maybe he doesn't love me anymore and used this as an excuse to leave me.  

What am I going to do now? I can't call my father... I guess I would have to call my mom and ask her for money so I can buy another ticket to go home. It's thursday and we were suposse to leave on saturday because we wanted to see the city one last time. My visa is about to expire so I really have to leave the country, I can't stay here for too long. I look at my wallet and see how much money I have left, luckyly for me I can stay in this room until saturday morning, if I don't find a ticket for saturday I will have to find a cheaper hotel, or hostal. With the money I have I think I can afford about three days more in a very cheap hotel. I have to call my mom right know and let her know what happened. 

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