Title: Let her go
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: Why Pepa emphatized with Sara, when her niece had to choose between two loves.
Disclaimer: nothing is mine, unfortunately.
Note: English is not my fist language. Pepsi only indirectly.
"Have you seen my leather jacket?"
"Which one? You have so many of them…"
"The black one, worn-out… It was in the closet but it's vanished, missing, disappeared!" exclaims Pepa, close to panic.
"Oh… that one! Well… it was in bad shape and since you never wear it because it's too small for you, I threw it aw…" she is still talking when Pepa bolts out the door.
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"Pepa! It smells!"
"Obviously, since someone put it with the rubbish," says Pepa reverently smoothing her jacket.
"I don't understand why you are so upset… why it is so important?"
"It was a gift…."
"From that Silvia?" spit out Vanessa.
"How do you know about her?" asks Pepa confused and annoyed by her tone.
"That bitch…." Vanessa murmurs, not wanting to reveal that a few times her girlfriend called another woman's name out in her sleep.
"She is not a bitch!" roars Pepa angrily.
"You have to let her go."
"Sorry?" Pepa asked puzzled.
"I'm sick of sharing you… your love with another woman."
"Are you joking?" she asks incredulously.
"Do you think I don't know that every year you buy a birthday card that you never post because you freak out in front of the mailbox? Or that I don't know that every year, on the same day, you take a leave, lock yourself in your room, smoke pot and listen to love songs?" she demands in a hurt voice.
"Vanessa, honey… she is my sister-in-law…" Pepa tries to calm her, showing her that she has nothing to worry about.
"Pepa… I love you!"
"I love you too, and you know it!"
"Then let her go…. I can't go on like this… you have to choose."
"Sorry? You want me to chose between you and her… don't be unreasonable! There is nothing between me and Silvia… never was and never will be."
"Exactly!" exclaims Vanessa, glad that Pepa is seeing her point.
"Honey, I became an agent for you… we live together… what more can I do to demonstrate my love?" she asks exasperated.
"Show me that you love me more than her… throw away everything that reminds you of her… the jacket, the photos…"
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A few weeks later, Pepa found herself in Madrid for a mission she accepted soon after that discussion. It was ironic that the job was providing an escape from the woman who was the reason she even joined the police force in the first place.
Thank you for reading
