Emilia

11: Emilia

-Emilia-

"Edna...I think I'm falling in love with Vincent." I told her softly and she whipped her attention back around to stare at me with excitement of her face.

"Sapevo che questo giorno sarebbe arrivato! Ho aspettato anni e anni ma ora Edna ha finalmente i nipoti!" She squealed excitedly as she waved the knife in the air and began to cut up more fruit. I stared at her dumbfounded because I had no idea what she said. [translation: I knew this day would come! I've been waiting for years and years but now Edna finally gets grandbabies!]

Staring at the fragile old lady who continued her excited ramble in Italian, I began to get lost in my own thoughts. I couldn't understand why I was falling in love with him. I knew that he was a dangerous man but I couldn't help but feel connected to him. I had feelings for him before but they never felt this strong until after the day that he comforted me when I ran away from him at the club. He stayed by my side the whole night and made me feel better. For the first time in my life, I actually felt wanted and loved by someone. The feeling was unfamiliar seeing as he's the first person in my life who's ever made me feel happy.

Never in my life would I have thought that being with a man like him—a man as terrible as him would make me feel genuinely happy. It's a strange feeling because I haven't been felt this way in a long time but when I'm around him, everything feels perfect.

Unfortunately, I've been avoiding him because of the way that I've been feeling. I've been trying to wrap my head around whether I actually love him or just love the way that he treats me. Love is such a confusing thing to think about. You can tell someone you love them as many times as you want but you also can never really show it or mean it. I've learned that from Ryan. No matter how many times that he would say it, I would never believe it because everything that he said was a lie. He once told me he would never hurt me and yet there he was, using me as his own personal punching bag for years.

Avoiding him is the only solution I can think of to get rid of these heavy feelings weighing down on me. It hasn't been working because he's the only thing that's been on my mind for the past few days.

"So you love Vincent?" Edna asked me as she pulled me out of my thoughts. My cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and I swung my feet back and forth as I sat on the kitchen counter.

"I don't know..." I shrugged and picked up a mango cube from the fruit bowl and popped it into my mouth. She sighed and shook her head at me as she continued to dice up the last bit of fruit.

"I've only known him for a short amount of time...there's no way that I could possibly love him." I told her and she shook the knife at me and bit down on a piece of fruit herself.

"Oh Emilia...if you truly love someone then it doesn't matter how long you've known the person. If you love him then you love him. Don't let anything stop you from following your heart bella." She told me and I gave her a small grin. [translation: beautiful]

"For example," she started off by saying as she set down her knife. "When I was eighteen, I met this mysterious and handsome young man in Italy. He had a motorcycle and wore a black leather jacket that I just couldn't get enough of. I was head over heels for him and at the end of the night, he took me for a ride on his motorcycle and dropped me off at my house." Edna said smiling as she thought back on her memory of the mysterious bad boy she had met.

"Then two months later, he proposed to me and I accepted and we've been together ever since." She quickly finished and I widened my eyes at her.