My Angel

CHAPTER 31: MY PEACE

Alya's pov~
            
     My eyes widened and I scurried away from the piano. At the door, my steps faltered and I slowly looked over my shoulder.

He had the brown glass bottle in his hand and he was staring at it, his other fist clenched tight.

Shoulders heavy in defeat, I walked out of thebroom.
I knew he wasn't going to clean his
wounds.

Alessio was too lost in his pain, and I
understood his feelings. His pain made my heart ache because I knew what it felt like to be hopeless.

Making my way to my room, I got inside
and turned on the lights. I quickly rummaged through my drawer and found the first aid kit.

Holding it close my chest, I let out another sigh.
I was a little apprehensive to go back there. But maybe if the first aid kit was in front of him, he would clean his wounds.

PWithout a second thought, I closed the drawer and quickly walked out of my room and made my way back.

The door was partially closed, exactly how I left it. I found myself chewing on my nails, but forced myself to put my hand down.

After a few seconds of standing outside, shuffling from one foot to the other, I pushed the door open.

Peeking inside, I saw Alessio still sitting in the same spot. This time his head was resting on the back on the plush couch and his eyes were closed.

He was still holding the bottle on his thigh, but it was empty. It had been half-full when I left.

My heart twisted at the thought of him
drinking himself to oblivion.
I walked in and his eyes snapped open,
annoyance and frustration clearly writen on his face as he stared at the ceiling, refusing to look at me.

With shaky hands, I placed the first aid kit on the coffee table and then buried my hands in my skirt to hide the nervousness brewing inside of me.

His gaze moved toward the coffee table
and then he closed them, silently dismissing my presence.

Time for me to leave, I thought, staring at Alessio's emotionless face. Even though he was in pain, he didn't show it.

To a man like him, feelings meant
weakness. And there was no weakness in this life. Our weaknesses would only get us killed.

"Please clean your wounds," I begged
softly. After sparing him another glance, I walked away.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned
against it and closed my eyes. After the
moments I had with Alessio, no matter how awkward and weird it was, I didn't want to go back to my room alone.

I also was scared of the nightmares. I was scared of the memories that would come to haunt me as soon as I would close my eyes.

Alberto's face haunted me.
I had just a few moments filled with
serenity and now I was petrified of feeling the all-encompassing pain that blinded me.

Dread filled me as I approached my room. I closed my eyes and willed myself to open the door. I just wished that I could sleep peacefully without memories haunting me.

Just as the thought went through my head, my eyes snapped open as I remembered the scene in my room a few nights ago.

I did have a peaceful sleep.
Alessio's jacket. It kept the nightmares away. With wide eyes, my head swiveled to the left in the direction of Alessio's room.

The one right next to the piano room. Maybe, just maybe, if I had his jacket with me, I could sleep again.

It seemed pathetic, but I just wanted to
sleep. Without fear, without pain twisting my heart.