HEAVEN'S POV:
“You're doing great, Heaven. I'm glad you were regular in taking all your medicines. ” my doctor smiled at me, closing the file of my reports, placing it back on her clear glass table.
“Thank you. I tried to stay disciplined with my meds. Well, I was thinking of telling you that I take sleeping pills quiet frequently now. Will that be alright? ”
I pressed my lips together, waiting for her suggestions.
“Of course, that's alright. Just make sure you don't take more than the prescribed dose. ”
I sighed, beaming back at her as I thanked her one last time before heading out of her office.
I'm relieved to know that I'm doing better now. It's probably because now I barely have any time to let my memories and sorrow crowd the path of my thoughts and push me into thinking of my loss over and over again.
Deciding to work was probably the best decision I've made so far. It keeps me off distractions and lets me look forward to a bigger picture, to the picture of my future where, I'd obviously not see my dad by my side still, I can see a life that he always wanted me to live.
The pain of loosing him is slowly starting to become the realization that even during his last breaths, he thought of me and my safety, even when he knew he'd leave this earth any moment from then, he made sure I can live the life he promised me he'd help me build. It was his wish and to the best way to honour him will be making use of this life.
I opened the door to the backseat of the car that was ready to drive back to the mansion already.
I layed back on the seat, pulling my corset top on the waist, as we passed by the crowded streets that is pretty typical in a city like New York.
This feels like a boring afternoon on another boring Sunday. Maybe getting a job was not the end to all my problems after all. It's like a cycle, either working all day and taking my mind off my problems or laying numb on the day off.
To this, I'm getting married in a week from today. Not only is this happening too fast, it's scary in a way that only my gut can feel or maybe disappointing in a manner that only my heart can tell.
To all my childhood dreams of getting the prince of my life who'd sweep me off the floor when he saw me as we both fell in love with each other, to that teenage wish of getting a man with whom I can open upto about single one of my feelings, I feel bad and truly sorry.
Just few more days and I'll be walking towards the man who promised to protect me that'll cost me my imagination. That day, not only will my dreams come to an end but my desire to see more of those will fade away forever.
The car took an unexpected turn.
I rose up from my back, blinking in surprise as I waited for the bodyguard, sitting in the front seat to explain where we are heading to.
“Where are we going? ” I asked.
“Don asked me to- ”
“No! ” my voice snapped while he was still speaking, accidentally, as soon as I heard it again.
There's no way I'm willing to see him again before the marriage or have a conversation of any sort. Everytime we meet, it's messed up.
I don't know what he wants to even talk about now.
“Can't we just go back, please? ” I insisted but his lips didn't bulge, making it clear that I'll have to see him again, anyhow.
When will I finally be able to take a breath in relief and not worry about a new tragedy hitting me the next moment?
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Dark Cravings
Romance[Mafia Fiction] ✧Ongoing✧ My eyes were hungrily gawking his while he kept pounding me on his thigh. With each jump, my fingers grabbed the silky fabric of his shirt even tighter, asking him for more, for more of that pleasure that was devouring me e...
