CATALINA
Now that I think about it, Alejandro has never said sorry to me, not even by mistake. He'd rather brush it off, or try to distract me from his obvious faults, but he just did, hours ago.
Lying against my back, with my gaze fixed on the ceiling, different thoughts ran through my mind.
Was he always like that whenever he wasn't in the right frame of mind?
My phone dinged a notification, and checking it, cold shivers ran down my bones as I recalled the message I received earlier.
The sender was quite particular about my not letting anyone involved, and the person wanted to talk about Alejandro and I.
Perhaps the person figured out that we weren't even real afterall.
“What do I do?” I groaned, turning around in utter discomfort, my heart beating violently against its ribcage. “
