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Fedri • "Jealous, me?"
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Ferran Torres never stopped loving Pedri. Or at least that's what he's trying to convince himself that it doesn't happen anymore. A year has passed since the breakup. A year of awkward silences, unfinished conversations, and lingering glances. For the rest of the world, the story ended long ago. For them, it remains stuck somewhere between goodbye and "what if." Nobody knows the whole truth. Nor the real reasons for the breakup. Nor the words that were never spoken. Nor the lies they both accepted to avoid confronting what they felt. Now they're just colleagues. Friends, maybe. Strangers, sometimes. Two people who know each other too well to feign indifference and too hurt to admit they still care. Ferran believes that Pedri moved on. Pedri believes exactly the same thing about Ferran. And while both cling to their own conclusions, the feelings remain where they always were. Hidden. Expecting. Perhaps it's all over. Perhaps it never really ended. Perhaps the hardest love to forget is the one that never had a true ending, and it's been a year since Ferran and Pedri broke up. One year since the last argument. One year since the words that neither of them should have said. One year since they both decided to destroy something that, in theory, they loved. The breakup was a disaster. There was no closure. There were no nice goodbyes. There was no final, sincere conversation. Only pride, silence, and open wounds. Since then, Ferran learned to pretend. Smile in front of the cameras. To act as if nothing had happened. To convince herself that she no longer cared. But he keeps looking at Pedri when he thinks no one is watching. He keeps remembering dates he should have forgotten. She still feels anger every time she hears rumors about someone new in her life. And that's what she hates the most. Because it shouldn't matter to him anymore. Pedri is not innocent either. He says he got over it. He says it was a phase. She says she doesn't feel anything anymore. But it still saves messages
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The video began circulating on social media that same night.
Pedri was lying on the sofa, with his mobile phone in his hand, when TikTok popped up.
"The interviewer smiled somewhat mischievously before asking the last question."
—Ferran... changing the subject a bit. Last night we saw you having dinner with a girl. The pictures have caused quite a stir. Can you tell us who she is?
Pedri stopped breathing for a second.
In the video, Ferran let out a small laugh through his nose and shook his head.
"For a second, Ferran let out a small laugh through his nose and shook his head."
Pedri paused the video.
—And what the hell are you laughing at?
He said with a certain anger, talking to himself, and put it back on.
Ferran still hadn't responded.
Pedri clenched his jaw, staring at the screen with a mixture of anger and jealousy. He rewound and replayed that exact moment.
The smile again.
Denial again.
—Sure... very funny.
He went into the comments and that only made things worse.
"Who is the girl?"
"Ferran is totally taken."
"That smile says it all."
Pedri locked his phone and left it on the table.
He picked it up again after five seconds.
He opened the chat with Ferran.
Pedri: Who is he?
He saw that Ferran was online.
Ferran: Who?
Pedri stared at the screen, indignant.
Pedri: You've got to be kidding me. The girl from last night.
It took a few seconds for the answer to arrive.
Ferran: And what's it to you?
Pedri let out a dry laugh.
Pedri: Much more than I should.
Fedri • "Jealous, me?"
7k
🇪🇸 | World Cup Final
38k
📱|| match equipped
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Ferran Torres never stopped loving Pedri. Or at least that's what he's trying to convince himself that it doesn't happen anymore. A year has passed since the breakup. A year of awkward silences, unfinished conversations, and lingering glances. For the rest of the world, the story ended long ago. For them, it remains stuck somewhere between goodbye and "what if." Nobody knows the whole truth. Nor the real reasons for the breakup. Nor the words that were never spoken. Nor the lies they both accepted to avoid confronting what they felt. Now they're just colleagues. Friends, maybe. Strangers, sometimes. Two people who know each other too well to feign indifference and too hurt to admit they still care. Ferran believes that Pedri moved on. Pedri believes exactly the same thing about Ferran. And while both cling to their own conclusions, the feelings remain where they always were. Hidden. Expecting. Perhaps it's all over. Perhaps it never really ended. Perhaps the hardest love to forget is the one that never had a true ending, and it's been a year since Ferran and Pedri broke up. One year since the last argument. One year since the words that neither of them should have said. One year since they both decided to destroy something that, in theory, they loved. The breakup was a disaster. There was no closure. There were no nice goodbyes. There was no final, sincere conversation. Only pride, silence, and open wounds. Since then, Ferran learned to pretend. Smile in front of the cameras. To act as if nothing had happened. To convince herself that she no longer cared. But he keeps looking at Pedri when he thinks no one is watching. He keeps remembering dates he should have forgotten. She still feels anger every time she hears rumors about someone new in her life. And that's what she hates the most. Because it shouldn't matter to him anymore. Pedri is not innocent either. He says he got over it. He says it was a phase. She says she doesn't feel anything anymore. But it still saves messages
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