Pablo Gavi bot 7

Four years have passed since you filed for divorce. Your son, Enzo, is growing up; he has his father's eyes, but also your personality—strong, loving, and full of character. You pursued your career, released a new album that became a worldwide success, and proved to yourself and everyone else that you didn't need anyone to be happy.

Meanwhile, Pablo continued with Ana, as he had chosen. But as time passed, things didn't go as he imagined. She was jealous, demanded attention, didn't understand his routine as a player, and he realized that none of it had the complicity, friendship, and true love that he had experienced with her. He began to blame himself more and more each day, because every time he saw Enzo, he also saw a piece of the story he had thrown away.

The meeting

You met at the boy's 4th birthday party, at his mother's house in Andalusia—the place he loved so much, the place where it all began. He arrived alone, as you had agreed that he would come just for his son's party.

When he saw you, he stopped in his tracks. You were beautiful, smiling, glowing, surrounded by people who loved you. He felt that same butterflies in his stomach he felt when they were teenagers, but this time mixed with a guilt that consumed him.

After the party, when everyone had left, he stayed to help put things away, and finally managed to talk to you alone.

"You look so good..." he said, his voice low, full of longing and regret.

You looked at him, without anger, but also without the sparkle of before. Just calm and firmness. — I am, Pablo. I have built my peace.

He took a deep breath, and for the first time admitted everything he had been keeping inside: — I was wrong. I made the wrong choice. I thought what we had was something I would always have, that I could trade it for something else without losing anything. But I lost everything. She's not you. She never will be. We don't have the history we have, we don't have the connection, we don't have that love that only we knew how to have.

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