Prompt 80- Paulo Dybala
You hadn’t stopped crying since the argument, the argument to end all arguments that had officially ended your 5 year relationship. Things hadn’t been going well for a while, sure, but had you expected it to end?
Your best friend sat with you, on her sofa, with ice cream and stupid movies all about romance that just made you cry harder, the non-alcoholic wine in front of you not comforting you at all, in fact tasting just like vinegar in your mouth.
“I can’t believe him,” she was saying, “he’s such a prick.”
“I love him,” you replied, tears threatening to spill again, “why can’t he see that I love him?”
“You deserve so much more,” she said as she pulled you into a hug.
Your relationship with Paulo had always been tempestuous to say the least- both of you wholly passionate people which often meant differences of opinion which resulted in arguments. There had been a lot of love in your relationship, however, always finding ways to surprise each other, even after five years, and you’d thought yourself settled for life.
He’d had other ideas, evidently.
It had been a week and where was he? Out swanning his bachelor life with models and singers and other beautiful women you just couldn’t compete with, especially in your state. It twisted your stomach to see him like this, aggressively going out of his way to get in the headlines- hurt you by being with other people- and yet your heart still ached for the man you loved, the man you knew- deep down- still loved you.
“I hate to ask,” said your best friend, rubbing your back as you hiccoughed, your eyes red and nose snotty as Ryan Gosling played out on the TV, “but does he know?”
“Does he know about the baby?” You asked and she nodded, glancing at your stomach, at the miracle that was forming within you this very second. You sighed, leaning your head on her shoulder, lip between your teeth as you thought of Paulo as a dad, taking baby to football games, rocking baby to sleep at night, feeding baby, teaching baby to walk…
“No he doesn’t,” you said, mind a swirl of all you had lost, and all you had yet to gain. “How do I tell him that?”