Annika Remo, a beautiful and innocent young woman, hides a painful past while living with her unsympathetic uncle and aunt, relying on her fantasy novels to escape. Unbeknownst to her, her uncle has put her on a dangerous blacklist. Matteo King, the...
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Annika Remo
It's been a week, and I'm not sure how I feel. There is no way I can make them realise the pain I've been through. Love is stronger than death, even if it cannot prevent death from occurring. Death, no matter how hard it tries, will never be able to separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, love is stronger than death.
I try to hold myself up in front of the mirror while wearing a black dress. Today is Mitchell's funeral, and my heart is breaking. I haven't felt like myself in the last week, and I've been blocking everything and everyone. I suppose I'm simply afraid of hurting someone since I sense like her absence is somewhat my fault.
I fumble with the zip in the back of the dress because it isn't closing properly. Nothing is functioning, and everything I try causes something awful to happen. I wish I could flee. I really shouldn't have left her, I should have stayed with her longer. Cold tears stream down my cheeks as I breathe steadily. When I couldn't take the pain of my heartbreak any longer, I sank to my knees and cried. It irritates me. I despise feeling this kind of agony. I despise losing everyone. I despise it and want it to end.
My bedroom door opened despite the fact that I had locked it. My head was pushed against a strong chest, and I knew immediately who it was. I clutched Matteo's hand as he placed a kiss on my head in an attempt to calm me down. I grab his arms for support, he gently lifts me up.
I turn around gently and collect my hair from the side. "Do you mind, I can't get the zip up," I say softly. I feel his hand brush up against my exposed back, causing me to close my eyes and attempt to keep my heart in check. Slowly, I felt the zip rise, and I opened my eyes to meet Matteo's gaze in the mirror. He's always there for me, he always holds me when I cry. Cuddles me when I'm mad and kisses me when I'm happy. I am grateful for him.
I turn around, wanting to cry once again. As he runs his fingers across my cheek, he pulls me close to him around my waist. "Would I ever be able to find a quiet place where there isn't so much pain b-because I can't go on like this?" A single tear fell from my hazy eyes as I rested my head on his shoulder. He draws me deeper into him and brushes my hair away from my face, soothing me.
"Matteo, I need to talk to you about some things. It's urgent," I pull away as I hear Diego say at the door.
"Che cos'è," Matteo said sharply, angry that he had interrupted us. I offered him a little smile; that I would be alright and he can go.
"Lista nera," Diego spoke again. Whatever he said made Matteo tighten his grip on me even more. He wasn't eager about leaving me in this state, and I could tell, but whatever Diego said seemed to infuriate and irritate him.
"Go, I will meet you down stair's," I say softly.
He gazed down at me before bending down and kissing my cheek gently. "I'll be back shortly, bellissimo," I nod, a warm smile on my face.
