Hasta La Muerte // CNCO

Chapter Seven

The rain pattered against your window pulling your focus from you book to the view outside. The sky was covered in grey clouds that seemed to be full of never-ending rain but it's what made the large green trees that stood outside our window, lush and beautiful.

"Y/N pon atención," Your best friend calls out to you and you avert your eyes from the window to the boy sitting across from the little table in your room.

"Estoy poniendo atención," You defend and look back down at your deck. You put down the last two of your cards in a row, successfully winning the game. "¿Ves?" He rolls his eyes and drops the cards onto the pile before sighing.

"Mijo, tu padre llegará en una hora. ¿Estás listo?" Your mother asks as him as she steps into your room. You both turn faced her and let your shoulders drop. You had been friends with him as long as you could remember, he was the only friend you had besides your two brothers and sister, the one who you could be a kid with. You didn't want to lose him, you hated that he had to leave.

"Sí, señora," He politely responds, this causes your mom to smile at his respect before turning to leave. You reach over the little table and grab his hand.

"Can't you stay?" You ask and he only shakes his head. You knew the answer but you were hoping for a miracle that would allow him to stay.

"My dad has to leave for his job, and I need to go with my family."

"But to Colombia? Enzo, we'll never see each other again." You remind and you pout. You wish life weren't like this sometimes.

"You'll see me again, te lo prometo." He promises. He reaches his pinky finger out and watches you expectantly. You look at him for a moment before your pinky meet his, you knew that he was someone who kept his promise.

"You better come back to see me."

And your last hour with him seemed to go by faster than you wanted. You spent most of it playing games and making sure he had your number. You were miserable that he was leaving but you wanted to make the most of your last day with him. When his father stepped into your room, you knew that it was goodbye.

"Hijo, ya es hora." His father advises and Lorenzo turns over to you and pulls you into a hug.

"Goodbye Y/N."

The chair creaked slightly as you spun it around circles, the memory distracting you from the dizziness. You hadn't thought about that moment in years, forcing it to the back of your brain. You wonder what he had done with his life, you never wanted to look him up and see. But you hoped he was happy out there. You wished the best for him, even though you hadn't seen him 9 years and it's weird to think how life took you so far away what either of you expected.

You hear a loud knock on your door, stopping the spinning and focusing on the door. You called for them to come in and some of your co-workers stepped into your office. You could see the invitations to your party in their hands, all of them looking at you excitedly.

"So our favorite executive is turning 22? I really don't know how you did it so young." One of the girls says as she sends you a smile and you send her one back.

"Hard work and dedication. Anywho my boyfriend suggested we have a party so why not?" You respond and grip onto the desk. Your co-worker eyes widens at your mention of a boyfriend, everyone had just assumed that you preferred your work over dating since you never mentioned anything about your life. You were a mystery to all of them, wondering how you got where you are so young and who you were when you weren't at work.