Vincenzo's Lover

Twenty Three

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-Mia-

I avoided him for the rest of the day and sobered up after a while.

I walking around the buildings in circles, pondering when I realised I was stupid. I picked a fight with him for no reason and should of went to the hospital.

I didn't even know what gave me the urge to drink. People drink all the time and somehow it helps their problems, so how come when I drank, it didn't work?

I made a fool out of myself and should of listened and just went to the damn hospital like he offered. He was being nice in a way and trying to get me help but I was being stubborn and rude.

We weren't together and had a right to go fool around with whoever we wanted. I was being jealous and ridiculous. I figured that out when Val found out. She was pissed at me.

"You did what?"

I sighed and bit my lip. Her arms were folded and she paced around the room angrily. "Let me get this straight, Mia. You got yourself drunk for no good reason, refused his kind offer to take you to the hospital and yelled at him for getting on with his life?"

"Yeah," I said, casually and hoping she wouldn't yell.

She groaned, sitting beside me frowning. "Mia. Why are you jealous?"

I shrugged, "ask my brain."

Valentina gave me a serious look, "Mia, this isn't funny. You were mad at him for not leaving you alone and now you're mad at him for getting on with his life, even if that means sleeping around with other women? That's not fair."

"Him cheating wasn't fair."

"I know," Val said in a more kinder tone. "But he knows and has apologised. It may not be enough now but at least he's 'moving on'. Isn't that what you wanted?"

I sighed, shaking my head sadly. "I don't know what I want." My voice was shaky and I was nervous for some reason. I didn't know what I wanted.

I loved Vincenzo still, and I guess it still hurt that he was moving on even when I practically told him to.

"You need to figure it out," Valentina said, studying my face. "Soon, because if you still like him and you tell him weeks later, he may have already moved on fully and not want to go back with you. You're kind of leading him on, Mia. You guys are going backwards and forwards. One day, you're not happy with him and the next, you're cuddling and kissing him like old times. It's not okay - for either of you. We keep having these kinds of conversations and they're ridiculous."

I placed my head in my hands, sighing. She was right. "I have three months left," I mumbled, not wanting to cry. "I don't think I can do them. I really don't want to see him."

Valentina placed her hand on my back, kindly. "You want to leave?" A traitor tear slipped out. "I don't know. I don't know how I feel about anything anymore."

"Mia. ."

"Can I be alone?" I asked, tears slipping out my eyes. "Yeah, sure," she said quietly before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. As soon as she did that, I let out a loud sob and curled up into a ball on my bed.

I cried myself to sleep, like I did for the last couple of days and woke up with puffy eyes. I was embarrassed by what I had done and almost scared - no nervous to see Vincenzo again.

I got myself ready and walked into Vincenzo's house wearing makeup and keeping my head high. I didn't want to feel upset.

Closing the door behind me, I turned to see a familiar looking face grinning at me. "Maria!" I exclaimed, pulling her into a short warm hug before moving away. She smiled widely, "Mia, it's great to see you!"