Hermosa Cariño - C.B.V #Wattys2019 (BWWM) (CNCO)

Part 10

Iyana Mae

Heartbreak – that is all she felt.

She had no words, none at all.

Everything was going perfect, no? She thought, still rereading the text in her mind.

It's been 2 hours since she received that text and she still cannot fathom what was going on. Everything went perfect on the date...Not one thing went wrong, nothing.

Iyana has been silent for the past 2 hours and her best friends were worried, clearly, they were both informed with what just happened, however, there was no expressions from the popstar...just, silent.

''okay, looks like I'm fucking up the prince of Ecuador'' Denise said, breaking the silence and getting up from the bed and putting on her shoes.

Bee looked at her in disbelief, speaking ''and what are you going to do when you get to the gates and the guards don't let you in?''

Denise pouted her lips in a thinking motion and quickly spoke ''I fuck them up too...''

Both Bee and Iyana looked at the 5'2 girl in complete disbelief, before they turned to each other and both started laughing. This was the only emotion Iyana has let out for the past 2 hours and even if it was from her friend getting ready to fight, it was something.

Seeing that Iyana actually produced an emotion, Bee quickly asked ''do you want to talk?'' scooting herself closer to the popstar and rubbing her arm in comfort. Iyana turned her head to look at her best friend and then suddenly all the emotions came through. Every tear.

Her tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. She could feel the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child and like that Bee and Denise gather her in an embrace, their familiar smells and touches soothing her. There is a fuzziness in her head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress she lived with.

As she's weeping, she can hear her own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of her she didn't know she had left to give. That's the way it is when people leave. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see...It's heartbreak.

As much as she tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. The streams of water fell down one after another, without a sign of stopping. The muffled sobs wracked against her best friend's chests. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds of his voice. The cheerfulness. The smell of him. Everything was gone. The last painful emotion slammed against her, with the memories flooding her from their date, to the ballroom - she lost the feeling of happiness, she lost the feeling he gave to her...she was lost.

The tears were just forms of the words she couldn't express, all the blame, hatred, confusion was just the beginning of it. She had questions, so many questions and her tears weren't giving her any answers.

Denise and Bee were nothing more but concerned for their best friend, Bee starting to worry her friend would become sick from the crying, she spoke in a soothing voice ''Iy...You're going to get sick''

''Yeah, he's not worth getting sick over'' Denise chimed in, stroking Iyana's hair, also trying to comfort her best friend.

Trying her best to calm down, Iyana took a few deep breaths and spoke ''what did I do wrong?'' lifting her head up from her best friend's chest, wiping her eyes.

''What did I say wrong? I must've said something wrong – ''

''Nothing!'' Bee and Denise said in unison.

''You did absolutely nothing wrong, he's the one in the wrong!'' Bee said, wiping her best friend's tears away.

Still sniffling, Iyana shook her head in disagreement ''no, I must've done something wrong last night, I must of''

''You didn't! Stop blaming yourself'' Denise stated, trying her best to convince her friend – which didn't work.

''I thought we were perfect, I thought he was good...I'm so dumb!'' Iyana cried, chucking herself back into the arms of her friends for another crying session.

Iyana couldn't control her emotions, every time she was trying her best to be angry about the situation, she started thinking of the good times – the first dance, the first kiss...their first moment. It was something that came out of a fairy book, but this fairy tale was taking its ugly twist.

Nothing is ever in favour for Iyana, nothing. It's always her in pain after finally letting someone in, she was thankful at the fact he did it so quickly and didn't lead her on too long, but at the end of the day, she's still crying...and the worst part is, she thinks its all her fault.

Her mind couldn't find any positive thing in regards of herself, she thought maybe she was too loud, maybe too sassy or the worst one of all...too black.

She started to get irritated and aggravated at herself for ever making herself believe that the Prince of Ecuador would ever feel the same way for her...it was too good to be true.

If this was a movie, he would be here by now...if this was a movie, he would be outside banging on her door begging for forgiveness, if this was a movie...she wouldn't be heartbroken.

Christopher Velez

His feet pounded the concrete with the sound splashing from where the rain was pouring down, the palace twenty miles earlier had long since disappeared.

His rasping throat was as dry as a dead lizard in the desert sun. His head bobbed loosely from side to side with each step he took and his eyes felt heavy in their sockets, but he was doing this – he was gone.

He was running like his life depended on it.

Each step in the rain was worth it, he didn't care if he collapsed in the middle of the street, he didn't care if people recognised him – Nothing else mattered, nothing at all.

After being questioned by his own father to pick between the crown or the love of his life, he knew exactly what he needed to do - he left.

Christopher had nothing to lose, he left everything in the palace, his belongings, family and most importantly – his title.

If he was going to start afresh, he wanted to do it with Iyana and only Iyana. If she couldn't become the Queen of Ecuador, he didn't want to become the King.

Christopher was running for her and only her.

As he was running, he couldn't help but wish he grabbed his phone to dial or text the popstar, or even to just get directions to her hotel – he couldn't and wouldn't stop running, slowly recognising the streets that led up to her.

He was turning onto different roads, seeing that he was closer and closer to the hotel, the stress was relieving him as he knew he was getting closer to her.

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Iyana Mae

Her reflection in the mirror was a mess, eyes swollen, mascara smeared, nose running and her hair tied up terribly - She was gone.

She had been crying for the past hour and a half achieving nothing but a headache and soaking her friend's jumpers. She didn't enjoy this feeling, she wanted this feeling out of her system, but she couldn't shake it off.

The anger and heartache were more directed at herself than to anybody else, she allowed herself to fall so quickly into this fairy tale, she allowed herself to be swayed by him – she allowed it, nobody else.

As she was rinsing the face in the bathroom, she couldn't help but hear the knock of the front door and Bee shouting ''I'll get it!''

Still cleaning her face, the next thing she heard was the raised voice of her best friend ''you have a lot of nerve showing up here!''

''I swear, I'm going to beat your ass!'' Denise screeched.

Confused and concerned, Iyana quickly exited the bathroom and saw her friend's with...him.

''Iyana...Can we talk?''