Eres Mía

~ 33 ~

2 years later...
Lorenzo POV

I sat in my office, my knuckles bruised. I didn't wince in pain despite the burning sensation in my hands as I lifted the glass of whiskey to my lips.

I tilted my head back and let the alcohol set fire to my throat. It had been a two years since she had died, two years since I watched her slowly lose her life.

The funeral was simple and emotional, her body was almost unrecognised. It had been two years since my first and last love had been lowered into the ground so that she could find peace.

Her family stood around me as they cried that day. Most cries were silent, but some were loud and heartbreaking. Not once did I shed a tear, not once did my eyes become glossy.

I was numb.

Once again, my hand threw the glass to the wall, shattering it on impact and its pieces crunching as I walked over them in my shoes.

It was the fourth glass this week, and although I tried to refrain from turning to alcohol, my mind was screaming at me to move on.

But my heart... my heart wouldn't.

My hands clasped around the locket that hung around my neck, and I opened it.

There she was, in a small frame, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

The only one I ever had eyes for.

Her smarts, her looks and her power, all buried with her as she rested.

Javier and Antonio tried their best to comfort me, but it didn't work.

They would check on my often, as I would end up spending my time holed up in my office or room.

A knock came on my door and I groaned.

"The fuck do you want?" I slurred.

"Apologies signore, but this came for you." the familiar voice of a maid came. "I was going to give it to Mr Cortez but he said to give it to you. I assumed it was business related, but clearly not."

She walked into the room and before she could step towards me, I stopped her.

"It isn't your concern either way. Just leave it on my desk and be on your way." I said, dismissing her quickly.

She apologised once more, then left.

I went back and sat in my chair, my head hung low and covered my by tattooed hands.

A single tear escaped from my eye, running quickly down my cheek before I could wipe it away.

I rubbed at any stain it left and rubbed both eyes to make sure I wouldn't cry.

Sighing, I grabbed the envelope and opened it with care.

I couldn't feel anything inside, so I turned it around and picked it up.

In shock, I dropped the envelope and the card and I let out a shaky breath.

I'm done.