Hi! This is a one shot that I had posted a while ago on it's own but ended up deleting. It won't be exactly the same, but close enough.

I got the idea from a video promotion that Pedro did for Style Magazine Italy in 2018. It's on YouTube and if you love Pedro, definitely check it out. It's so haunting and sad.

Anyways...

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Pedro is sad and lonely and feeling discouraged. He keeps waiting for someone to come to him.

Just some angust.

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Pedro reaches the cheap motel, going inside his room, sitting down and unzipping his bag to pull out the Magazine.

He quickly flips to the ads section, looking for jobs. He calls and calls, but no one answers. He squirms with impatience before finally hanging up and just sitting there, feeling discouraged about his life.

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Pedro keeps a lookout for them. He keeps opening the door. But no. No one is there.

He leaves the room, pacing aimlessly around the area of the motel. He avoids any interaction with anyone else.

His mind is going a hundred miles an hour. He feels restless and edgy, unable to settle. He leans against the fence, gazing at absolutely nothing.

He returns to his room, sitting on the bed, staring at the phone, as though that might cause it to ring.

Pedro grabs up the phone, punching in the numbers, over and over again. Still nothing.

He decides to take a hot shower. He makes his way into the bathroom, stripping and stepping inside the shower.

He stays in until the water runs cold. He doesn't even care.

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Why don't they come? He thinks. I need them. So much. If only they would come, he'd feel better about things.

Pedro leans out the window, tiredly rubbing his eyes. Oh, please come! He mentally calls out for them.

But still, nothing.

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Pedro slowly makes his way back up the stairs, returning from a job interview.

We'll call you, they'd said. Fat chance, Pedro wearily thinks. His steps slow. He isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up.

He stands outside the motel room, debating whether he wants to go inside.

He turns, changing his mind, heading for the pool area. He sits down on one of the chairs, as the tears begin.

He pulls out an old photo, just gazing at it. His chest feels tight and all he wants is that person here, with him, their arms wrapped around his body, holding him tight.

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Pedro makes more calls. He goes on a few more job interviews. He's growing more and more agitated each day that passes.

He also continues watching for them. Why can't they come to me? He doesn't understand why they don't come to him.

Then...there's a knock on the door. Pedro leaps up, rushing to the door and throwing it open.

He smiles, although he feels like crying, too.

"I knew you'd come."