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Chapter XXII ♕ Accepting

Alejandro didn't bother with me again, which I was eternally thankful for. The taco was all that I could have hoped for and more, and then the next day we were off again. Such a life full of rushing, never stopping to smell the flowers. Or to be trampled by bulls.

This time we didn't take a car but neither a plane. From Pamplona back to the Royal Palace in Madrid, we took a train. I had never been on a train before so it was truly a first experience. The train ride was three hours long, which was two hours less than if we took the car so I had to be thankful. Alejandro was silent for most of the trip, chewing on snacks he had acquired for us beforehand. I could tell his arm was bugging him and the only explanation he offered me was that a bull had stepped on him when he tripped. If that was the case, and by the amount of blood that I had seen on him, was his arm not broken?

Speaking of which, my hand had been acting up recently because of all the unnoticeable attention I had given it. I had gotten the contact which my Doctor gave me and told Alejandro about it. He called me an appointment for the next day, seeing as the man was near Madrid. Hopefully when we went to the hospital then Alejandro would be smart and have his arm checked out. That was what I hoped, anyway.

The train ride might have been long but it went through the country side and I enjoyed examining all of the scenery I missed from being in a plane. It was a beautiful country, and I wouldn't mind coming back in the future. Just not for two weeks with a single prince who couldn't tell the difference between whispering and yelling.

But I think we passed the 'acquaintances' phase and I could call him my friend. Strangers don't make you question your sexuality.

"Is this the last time I get to see the scenery?" I suddenly asked, turning to Alejandro in question. He considered the thought for a second before slowly nodding.

"Yeah... tomorrow we'll be in town and the day after that is the state ceremony. Day after that you'll be back in the United Kingdom. After everything that's happened, it's weird to think that you'll almost be going back," I nodded, completely agreeing. I felt a little saddened by the thought. At the beginning I was completely against the entire Spain trip but now that I made a friend, I'm a little sceptical to leave. I had expected to spend two boring weeks with someone I would grow to dislike and return home feeling the same way. Now I wasn't so sure anymore.

I had feelings for Sarina. How did I not realize that?

My thought was that Alejandro's words just haunted me and these feelings are guilt-induced. It might even only be a crush and that I was overthinking myself. But the feeling that I feel when I stare at my phone, waiting for Sarina to just send me a text, that wasn't fake. I was heads over heels for her.

I feel that I couldn't supress my feelings no matter how much I wanted to.

"Max?" I suddenly chirped, straightening out in my seat on the train. The car was fairly empty, so I had no worries about my actions.

"Yes?"

"I think I like Sarina," I admitted. I must say, having said it out loud, it didn't feel like I was lying to myself. It felt like it was a fact that was integrated into my very soul. I wondered when these feelings had begun. Had I subconsciously cheated on Caleb? Maybe we were even then.

"I know," he answered with a sly grin, making me roll my eyes.

"When did you figure it out?" I inquired, curious.

"The first evening when you arrived in Spain when you called her. You didn't look at her like you'd look at a friend,"

"It's because I trust her," I reasoned.