Park bench (DISCONTINUED)

Truth Be Told

Chapter 17

FABIAN

I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. Why? you ask. Well, it's because of a certain blonde... who I can't seem to find. I frown to myself as I don't feel anything. I search the bed for her with my hand and feel the empty space beside me. I open my eyes to see her clothes all gone. The bathroom door is wide open so she couldn't be in there. I frown deeper and then realisation hits me. She left.

She regrets it and that's why she fled. I lay back and images from last night comes back to haunt me. It was a mistake for her. Just like our kiss from before. I close my eyes as anger boils within. Why does she do this? She leads me on and then flees. Calm down, you don't know why she left. That's true. I don't. She could have left so Dalia doesn't see her missing from her bed. Or... she could have thought of it as a mistake. My mood dulls at the thought. I need answers.

**

I haven't seen Natalia all morning. She must have been out, avoiding me. I sigh and shake my head amusedly. Wow, so mature.

"You okay?" I look up and see Dalia holding two mugs of coffee. When I went to their room, I only found Dalia. She'd told me that Natalia had gone out to buy souvenirs for Antonio and her mother and siblings. Souvenirs my ass. She was avoiding me like I was the plague. I just smiled and brushed it off. Then, Dalia and I decided to just go and get breakfast and we've been out since 11:30am. Now, it's 2pm and still there's not word from Natalia. We decided to just go get some coffee and then explore some more.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask her and she nods her head, taking her seat opposite me. She hands me my black coffee. "There's no sugar in this right?" I ask her looking at the mug wearily. She gives me a lopsided smile.

"As requested" she replies and shakes her head. "I can't believe you don't like sugar" she mutters and I laugh.

"Sometimes you grow out of things" I say while I swirl the coffee a little.

"Yeah, tell me about it"

"If only it wasn't hard with exes" I mumble hoping she didn't hear but, this is Dalia we're talking about. She has ears like a hawk.

"Trouble with a certain blonde ex?" See what I mean? Ears like a hawk.

"No, just... wish I could get over her" I say honestly.

"Well, there is a way to get over an ex" she says, drinking her caramel frappe.

"Deporting then to another country and hoping to never hear from them again?" I ask and she gives me a deadpanned look.

"Really? No. I hope you weren't being serious" she lifts one eyebrow.

"Dead serious. Hmmm, maybe Mauritius."

"For what?" Confusion laced in her voice.

"To deport Natalia and her lover" Dalia giggles and I can't help by smile at her. She really is beautiful. She always has been and I've always said it.

"Do you think this dress makes me look fat?" Dalia turns around from her body length mirror and faces Fabian who is sprawled on her bed with his phone in hand. "What is so damn important right now?" She asks him, stomping her foot.