You'd been with Pedro for a long time. But recently, he caught you hanging out with another guy.

Nothing was going on, but Pedro got a little jealous and you got pissed at him for acting so immature about it.

You broke up. Now, everything hurts and you don't know what to do.

Some swearing but mostly major angust.
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Three weeks ago:

"Oh my gosh! That's so not true!" You'd been at a party that Oscar was having and you struck up a conversation with this guy, Eric and now, your boyfriend, Pedro Pascal, is accusing you of flirting with another man!

"I saw what I saw." Pedro looks pissed, yes, but he looks hurt, too. You move to him, holding him and giving him a gentle kiss. You stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

How could Pedro think you'd want anyone other than him? He's the only one you've ever felt this way about. Just because he saw you talking with another guy, doesn't mean shit.

"Pedrito," you whisper. "I only want you. Nobody else." He sighs and for a moment, you think he'll let it go.

But then... he's pushing you away and your heart is breaking. No. You don't want anyone else.

"We're through."

"No, please." You want to cling to him, beg him not to be this way. This so isn't like him. Why is Pedro acting so insecure?

"Chica," Pedro's voice is hard as stone. "Please go."

You start to cry, as you begin to start packing up your shit and leave. You don't even look back. You can't. Your heart just can't take it.

...................

You cry yourself to sleep, night after night. You can't eat. You walk around in a daze, on autopilot, just going through the motions of living, when deep down inside, you're pretty much dead.

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There's a knock on the door. You know who it is. But you can't make yourself get up to answer. You can't face him.

He broke not only your heart, but all of you. You can't hardly function. You go through your day, laughing and smiling and eating and doing all the usual shit. But you have this hole inside you that can't be filled without... Pedro.

"Y/N!" Pedro calls out. "I know you're in there! Open the damn door! Oh, god! I...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

Pedro's voice breaks and you break all over again.

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You'd finally fallen asleep. On the floor in the bathroom. You groan loudly, rolling over and struggling to sit up.

You look around, trying to recall how the hell you ended up falling asleep on the damn bathroom floor and not in your bed. Or even on the living room couch.

You grip the bathroom vanity and slowly pull yourself upright. You make the mistake of glancing at your reflection.

Shit. You look like crap. Complete crap. You're hairs in clumps all over your head. You've got bags under your eyes, which are also bloodshot and puffy.

You're skin looks gray and ashy. Stupid Pedro! He's the reason you're in this shitty condition! If he'd only listened to you and believed that you hadn't been flirting with that other guy!

You stagger out of the bathroom and head straight for your bed, where you flop down. You just wanna sleep for a hundred years. Or until the world ends.

Whichever comes first.

.......................

"Mi amor?" You have to be dreaming. You can hear Pedro's beautiful voice calling out to you.

You put your hands over your ears, trying to block out the sound. You don't want to listen to Pedro.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you scream, shooting upward. Pedro is standing there, looking... really sad.

"Y/N, please. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I need you."

You lay back down, completely ignoring him as you pull the blanket up over your head and hope that Pedro leaves.

You feel the bed sink under Pedro's weight as he sits down beside you.

"Please. I made a serious mistake. Mi amor?"

You sigh as you pull the blanket down and look at him. He still looks so sad and it's really starting to get under your skin.

You slide closer to Pedro. He reaches for your hand, just holding it.

"I should have believed you before when you said that you weren't flirting with that other guy."

Pedro stops, his voice catching. You pull your hand free and slide your arm around his waist.

"Yes, Pedro, you should have."

"It's just, well, I thought that maybe you'd... want him more than...me."

"How could you ever think I'd want someone who isn't you?" You demand.

Pedro's entire body slumped into yours. You've never seen him this sad and upset before.

And yes, you feel badly for Pedro. But he did sort of bring this on himself. If he would have just believed you in the first place, it never would have come to this shit.

"I don't know. I was just feeling insecure."

"Why? You have nothing to feel insecure about, Pedro. You're everything to me. You're not only handsome and funny and charming and kind. You're just everything I could ever want."

Pedro grabs you gently and gently kiss you. You cling to him, wanting Pedro to kiss you.

Once he stops, you tug him closer and just hold him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"Promise me you'll never do that shit again, Pedro."

"I swear on my life, mi amor. I won't."

"You'd better not, Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal. Or I'll knock you into next week!"

Pedro moves, kissing you again and then smiles that beautiful smile if his that you absolutely adore.

"I wouldn't blame you, chica."