The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

It’s almost dawn and I’m lying on my bed. I’ve barely slept, waiting for him to come back, with a million thoughts running through my brain, tormenting me into oblivion. His phone is here, not smashed thankfully, despite it hitting a marble floor. At some point I regained enough sense to wander over and pick his things up, like a mute zombie trying to find something to do besides stare at a closed elevator. I left them on the kitchen counter. I paced like crazy, cried myself sick with heartbreak, disappointed in myself then ended up in here hoping to try and sleep.

I’m wretched and anxious and all I keep seeing is that ragged torn look on her face, as though I had just slayed her entire family with a dirty spoon, right before her eyes. All I keep thinking about is the way he ran after her, like it was all that mattered and left me here to be alone. The excruciating pain that causes me. To ponder what is even happening anymore.

His actions told me loud and clear, I never really came close to what they have, whether I understand it or not. He chose to go after her, when the choice was thrown in his lap and his instincts took over. I can’t stop turning that over in my head. Like a torturous agony that rips my mind to shreds.

I’m empty and numb, exhausted, and cried out, and don’t have it in me to do anything else except stare into space in a semiconscious state.

A noise at the outer door has me sitting up sharply, ears tuned to the ping of the elevator that we somehow missed earlier, shuffling, and then the swish as the doors close, leaving someone clearly moving through the foyer. I hear the footsteps, of shoes on marble, slowly yet definitely walking.

I’m out of bed in a flash, running to meet him, heart rate instantly zooming and I skid to a halt outside my door as I catch sight of him, walking through to the lounge then turning at his bedroom door. Both of us seem to freeze as we come face to face, yet still feet apart. Seeing him makes my chest cave inwards, overwhelmed with the urge to run to him and throw my arms around him tight. I need the harbor for my soul he has always been.

He’s tired and disheveled, his pallor pale and eyes dark with fatigue, hair messy and clothes crumpled. I move out further to stand outside my door, taking him in with questioning glances, not caring that I’m in my skimpy semitransparent tank and lace panties. Not when just hours ago I was naked in front of him with his hands, and mouth, on this body. He skims my attire and is instantly overcome with an almost painful expression.

“Go cover up. I don’t need this right now.” His voice is hoarse and raspy, and he moves to open his own bedroom door as though dismissing me. He’s closed up, emotions hidden and even a little icy towards me, as though somehow this is my fault.

“Arry?” I call gently, tears finding a new lease of life and welling up in my throat, halting him as he goes to walk in. He stops, stiffening instantly as he sighs heavily, his body seeming to deflate.

something in his demeanor sending off alarm bells, panic rising inside of me, desperately

for. No matter what happened between us, there’d still been a tiny little ray of hope that maybe, just maybe, he loved me enough to change things. Going after her tonight was all that I needed to see, to kill that tiny light

seem to look at me, his distance hurting me badly and making me feel worthless and cheap. I

you?” the tears fill my eyes before I even see the answer in his face. Accusation in my voice that comes out

that brain, thinking through all the logical decisions to

true, trying to sum up everything I know about him, and why he would choose this. My mind a chaos of

clothes open and pushed it further than a kiss, he did that, not me. He would have made love to me if she hadn’t shown up, I’m sure of it. I was there, I felt it, I was so sure of it. I refuse to believe

is over, and I know he means every word. I know how set in that stubborn head he can be when he decides something important. He isn’t going to ever get his head out of his ass and give me a chance, he’s back peddling. Despite everything he said, everything he feels when he kisses me. He’s pushing me away. So he doesn’t have to be the bad guy who destroys Natasha’s heart, because he thinks that’s more important, deluded that he can keep both of us without ever having to

cut me off once before. You have more ability to bounce back; this is nothing, Sophs. Some crazy fucked up grass is greener bull shit, and this will mean nothing to you in years to come We’ll move past it and be like before. We’ve overcome worse together.” He splays his hands in agitation, bristling with emotion that I can’t read and refusing to look at me. I’m rooted to my spot, like the earth is opening up to slowly swallow me whole. “This was infatuation, maybe lust, something new and exciting and a lot of what ifs. I got caught up in it, bored with my relationship I guess, and we both know it will never work. We would never work this way. Love isn’t meant to be this hard, and with you, it would be because to get this to work we have to hurt people, hurt her. Think of how this would look to everyone; what would your family think? They would question every second I have ever spent with you in the last few years, question trusting me and what exactly we’ve been doing together alone… every trip, every sleep over. You were a kid … I wasn’t. All people will see is that I took advantage, and I’m manipulating you to need me this way. That I groomed you

closing the gap desperately, grabbing onto his arm like some pitiful needy girl. My heart shredding, knowing this isn’t just a decision to choose her in life, it’s a decision

be? Now she knows, now she saw us. If he wants her in his life, then she won’t allow me to come close ever again. I know him, he’ll do everything in his power to fix his mistakes, even if that includes

a long time ago. This was just some spur of the moment thing that will die just as quickly. Sex, Sophs, that’s what this came down to, an attraction of the forbidden. We’re more than this.” Arrick tries to remove my hands from his arm, avoiding my gaze, even though his voice

can’t say that to me, you’re just scared and tired, hungover.” I ramble trying to curl my fingers into his clothing, tears streaming down my

his expression. “I didn’t want to do this now, but you pushed it, and it’s come out like this and made everything fucking worse.... … I’ll find you a hotel until we sort out an apartment, I think it’s best if we both have some space for a while to cool off and get some perspective. Let you get started in school and settled in while I” .... … He trails off, staring at the ceiling to avoid looking at me once more, sighing as though his life has completely gone to shit. Lost with how to deal with

standing with wet cheeks, but no fresh tears after he shocked me to a standstill; the part of my heart that always disables crippling pain, moving

families with your girlfriend and forget all about me.” I wipe my tears off my chin with the back of my hand, suddenly calm, heart closing up and demeanor icing over. I glare at him hatefully. Heart wounded deeply, but my pride is unwilling to let him ruin me