INVISIBLE STRING ― pedro pascal

-REAL LIFE & MESSAGES

Willow wasn't scared then, she didn't want to scream or cry or be anyone else: she just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

A rumbling sound echoed around the room and Pedro looked sheepish.

"Sorry, that's definitely me, I'm starving."

Willow burst into laughter, watching him as he removed his hand from her face and crawled to the edge of the bed — since it was squashed considerably in between the two walls — and stood up.

"We only have about an hour before we have to get to costume—"

Willow groaned in response, tucking her face into the pillow she'd claimed as her own the night before.

Pedro laughed. "I know, mi amor, but we have to. Come on," he leaned over the bed with an outstretched hand. She smiled deviously and took it, pulling him back into bed.

He laughed again, falling down by her stomach. Looking up at her with a dimpled grin, he shook his head.

"Is this how you are in the mornings?" He teased.

"No," She dragged out playfully. "Just with you, I think."

His grin widened and his eyebrows furrowed together, his face wearing an expression of utter adoration. "Demonios eres tan bella," he spoke under his breath, moving up towards her face again.

"What?" She asked, her eyebrows coming together in mild confusion and interest. "What's that mean?"

"It basically means," he breathed out, looking over her face, his gaze darkening. "Goddamn, you're so beautiful." A blush rose to her cheeks, and he let out a deep chuckle.

His gaze moved to her lips, and he sucked in a breath, leaning his head close to hers.

"I want to kiss you," he confessed. "I want to hold you right now; I want to never let you go."

"So do that," she breathed out, her heart thumping heavily in her chest. She wanted him to, needed him to.

He shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers. So close, she could practically taste him on her.

"No, Corazón," he replied, just as softly. "I need you to focus on you. No distractions. Work and you. I will be here every single step of the way. And when you're better, when you're ready, I'll still be here."

He moved his head from hers, pressing a gentle kiss to her head.

Her heart clenched at his words, not believing him. If he didn't kiss her now, he never would. He wouldn't stay with her. What was she to him? Damaged goods? A fake relationship? He'd be happy to leave her soon, she reminded herself.

She shook her head, looking down, avoiding his eyes. He reached his hand over and tilted her head back to him.

"You don't have to wait for that," she said sadly, fully resigning herself to the idea of a painful life without him. She'd done it before — she would somehow manage again. "I don't know if I'll ever get better."

"You will," he promised quietly. She couldn't help but believe him, then. He sounded so sure of it. "And I will be here."

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9:17PM
MESSAGE FROM
"Pedro"

Pedro
Bed is cold without you:(

Willow
I'm sorry.
I can come back if you want

Pedro
I do want that.
Very much so.
But no!
You need to sleep.
Sleep right now!

Willow
How am I supposed
to sleep when you're texting me?

Pedro
Ah
Hm
I see your dilemma.

Willow
I could sleep better
if I were with you

Pedro
I did sleep so well
last night 😩
You're very cuddly at 3am

Willow
God I'm so tired
Today wore me out
Why was there so much
running 😭
I thought as actors we didn't
have to actually run

Pedro
Hahahaha
Unfortunately
We are starring
in a science fiction
action television show
We run on occasion

Willow
That's stupid
I don't wanna run 😭
Just wanna sleep

Pedro
Then sleep Princesa
I'll see you tomorrow

Willow
Goodnight pedro 💞

Pedro
Goodnight ángel

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