Park bench (DISCONTINUED)

Make It Better

Chapter 21

FABIAN

I hear the sound of vibration somewhere around me but my eyes vow to open. The vibration doesn't stop and to be honest, it's annoying the hell out of me.

Sitting up, my hands wander around me and then connects with a rectangular shaped object. I flip the phone over to see a different lock screen picture from mine. I frown and look closer. My vision clears and I make out who it is on the picture and see Dalia. My head slowly turns to my left and I see Dalia, peacefully sleeping. Her back is faced to me and the sheets hanging around her waist, exposing her bare back. Last night comes back to me in bits and pieces and I release a tired breath. What have I done? Dalia is my best friend and I may have just ruined any chances of her ever forgiving me. I can't give her what she wants. She told me her feelings and I don't know if I feel the same. I'm still in love with Natalia and I need to get over her but I will not use Dalia as a rebound.

I quickly get dressed and gather the remaining of my belongings and rush out of her house and into my car and drive off to my house. This is all a mess.

I slam the front door and lean against it, wondering when my life has gotten this complicated.

It's then I realise that I agreed to work at Dalia's bookstore in order to get her to forgive me. Looks like I'll be avoiding the bookstore for a while as well as Dalia. I need to figure myself out. Maybe some time away from Seaview would help. I could go and visit my grandparents back at Spain. I'm sure they'd love to see me. My mother's parents have never really been fond of my father but they always put up with him because of me. They'd always say how much I looked like my mother.

Yeah, I'll do that. I'll go visit them for a few weeks and then come back with a clear head.

With that thought in my head, I take out my laptop and start looking for any tickets that fly out today. I need to leave today.

After searching and searching, much to my disappointment, I don't come back with good results. The earliest flight they have is tomorrow in the evening. I groan and lean back on the couch, closing my eyes. My phone pings notifying me that I have a message. I look at it and Dalia's name flashes on the screen. I gulp and read what it says.

DALI
Hey, you left early. I was hoping to get some breakfast with you so we could talk about last night. Call me x

Okay, so I need to think. Should I meet her or not. If I don't, she'll know I'm avoiding her and she'll hate me more. But if I do go, it'll look like I'm giving her hope about what we may have. And giving her hope is the last thing I want to do. Gosh, why is this so hard? I wish mum was here to help me and give me advise. She always knows what to say and do.

Should I call her back?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I need dire help. I'm 23 years old for goodness sakes. I'm acting like a stupid teenager. I'm a grown adult, I don't need to hide. Maybe I just wanted a good fuck. Adults have those needs. But I guess the person I slept with doesn't really give me much of an advantage with this excuse. She did confess she still had feelings for me so saying I needed to have sex kind of makes me sound insensitive and seem like a dickhead.

I pick up my phone and instead of calling her, I decide to send her a message.

ME
Hey Dali. Sorry I left early. I had a few things to take care of.