Sorrow In Her Scars

Chapter 6- Azrael

I've never wanted to punch myself in the face so fucking bad.

I was having a very hard time keeping my eyes to myself but I mean I couldn't just not look. He was a sight to see and you'd be crazy as hell if you just ignored it.

The sun had shined beautifully against his golden brown skin while his dimples deepened when he smiled at Maria. Lucio wasn't one to smile so when he smiled, he fucking smiled and it was beautiful. I had watched as he ran his long and slender fingers through his black curls for the like fiftieth time. Whenever he had tilted his head, his tattoos peaked out from the side and damn I almost whisled like a creep. His eyes were dark and alluring as always but they were eyes that held secrets.

Secrets that held pain.

Then his eyes met mine.

Fuck.

I quickly blink, turning my head away when I notice his eyes sparkle with amusement. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? "See something you like?" He murmurs huskily against my ear. I had to hold in my breath when I felt his chest touch my back, his body heat radiating off of him like waves against me.

I don't remember being this close to him before.

"No." I lie straight through my teeth before finally turning to face him.

So fucking close.

We were chest to chest now as I looked up at him only to catch him already staring down at me, "I miss you." He suddenly blurts out, catching both me and him by suprise. Always the romantic.

"Lucio..."

"No. Listen to me." He catches my waist when I try to take a step back, "I want you to listen to me. Please. Nobody else will and that's fine but I need you to." He begs desperately, searching my eyes frantically.

Listen to him? Did I really want to? Was I ready to know why he left us? Was I really ready to face the truth? No. I wasn't. I had to much shit to worry about, I didn't need my past coming back to fuck with me because we weren't kids anymore. Lucio was my past and I couldn't let him be my present.

"Please. Por favor." He pleads once more and I give in because I know what it's like not to be heard. I know what it feels like when no one listens.

When nobody wants to listen.

So I let him explain as he lead me into the small storage room of the bodega. He poured his heart out into his explanation. It was longingly heartbreaking and painful. Whenever he spoke, he spoke with so much grief and fear like he was reliving every moment. His voice trembled and his eyes shook whenever he tried to choke back a sob but he never broke eye contact. Just like always. Whenever Lucio spoke to me, he'd always hold eye contact. He wanted me to feel it, to understand it. Understand him and I did. Fuck. I really did but I couldn't let him back in.