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Welcome back to Mykonos, Greece!
To any newcomers, please read My Greek Lovers first as this is the continuation of the story!
Continue on the journey of Kristy as she begins her new life as a food blogger living in Mykonos, Greece.
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Another day had passed without a word. I imagined just being able to look at his face, in his eyes, touch him, feel his lips kiss mine, tell him I loved him one more time if I never got to see him again.
My mind wandered every time I shut my eyes. Sometimes I'd dream the coast guard would sound their horn and I'd wake to the boat docking right up to the sand and Eros running right to me. Other times it would wander into nightmares and I'd wake in hot a sweat, screaming having visions of Eros floating somewhere out at sea, only becoming fish bait. The dark circles under my eyes seemed to already have made a home for themselves and I've only been surviving on coffee in hopes that it will keep me awake so I don't have to ever close my eyes again. I find the sunken part of the couch that's become my landing since I can't bear to lay in the bed that was once Eros's and filled with memories of our love.
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I stare up at the bright sun beaming on my face and my mind wanders to the dream I once had that was more like a revelation when I knew I was meant to be with Eros. The dream where I felt like I was drowning in the middle of the ocean and crying out for help. The sun shines as brightly as it did now and I saw a body emerge from the sky reaching out their hand for me to take. Was it God? Maybe it was. Maybe he had visited me in my dreams and having the voice of Eros was his sign that we were meant for each other. I look directly at the sun again squinting my eyes, trying to keep them open as it blinds me to the point that I couldn't but I keep trying to not look away. Pretending to catapult myself into the sky to somehow, if even possible, reach God so he can take my body and my voice. Shooting straight for the sun to emerge wherever Eros is. To reach out my hand for him.
Eros, Take my hand. Find your way back to me.Please.
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"Hello?" I say, answering the phone in another state of deliriousness that's fogged my brain. "Kristy!" I heard his voice and my brain awoke as my ears perked up just as Thad's does when he hears food hit the floor. "Theo!" "They found him!" He said it with enthusiasm that my heart soured instead of plummeted wondering if he was found alive or dead but I needed to know the facts just to be sure. "Is he..." "He's alive!" "Oh Thank God!" Somehow I start crying again wondering how there's even water left in my body, yet for the first time in days, these are tears of joy! Happiness! Relief! All flooding my body at once like I'm being replenished. I look back up at the sun, now on the verge of setting and I smile at the majesticness that's hidden within. Thank you I whisper to the sky knowing exactly who it is I'm thanking for answering my prayers. "He's being transported to the hospital near you. I'll give you the address to write down and you give it to the cab driver" Theo instructed me and also helped me say and write down phrases I'd need to know once I got to the hospital. "Thank you, Theo!" I said before getting off the phone and calling for a cab. I quickly got ready, left some food for Thaddeus, and ran out of the apartment unsure if I even locked the door or not I was in such a rush.
Costas gave me his phone number so I called him on the way to share in the news and tell him I was heading to see him now. "It's a miracle, Kristy!" He celebrated with me in relief, and for the first time in my life, I felt I had just experienced a miracle. After days lost at sea, they found him! Alive! The only question now remains, how bad of a shape is he in? My heart broke thinking is he was in pain, if he was badly hurt. But at the end of the day, I knew it didn't matter. He's alive and he's home. Whatever happens, we will face it together. I will care for him no matter what, for it's my purpose to love him and nothing will ever change that.
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I run through the doors of the hospital which almost feels like a local doctor's office it's so small. I'm greeted by the receptionist and some nurses standing by the counter and I grab the piece of paper in my hand that has the Greek phrases Theo told me to write down in a way to sound it out in Greek. "Eímai...edó...gia...na do ton Éros Ádonis!" "Den...miláo...elliniká, móno...angliká" They look at each other and speak Greek to each other while it looks like the receptionist looks through the computer to find Eros's information. The nurse waves another nurse over to talk to me and that nurse tries to find the words to speak to me in English. "Móno gia oikogéneia...only family" she says to me meaning I'm not allowed in. Now there aren't any phrases to answer her since I wasn't expecting them to restrict me from seeing him. Please, please, how do you say please in Greek? I've heard it being said a million times with Eros. "Par..parakaló!" I say with pleading eyes. What else could I do? I couldn't pretend to be his sister Athena. There's no way they'd believe me being his sister since I don't have the beautiful Grecian skin tone everyone here does. And they know I'm American and don't speak Greek. Girlfriend...? Fiancé...? They could still consider that not family or essential people to be let in. "Wife!" I say in English and hope they understand and pray they believe me and don't look down at my finger. I give them my best pouty, begging, pleading eyes that they let me see him. I need to see him. She hesitates for a minute and I see her look me up and down judging if it could be true but she finally lets out a sigh and waves her hand for me to follow her.
We walk through the closed doors down the corridor to a private room with the drapes closed hiding him from my view. As she starts to draw the drapes she says to Eros, "Écheis énan episképti. I...sýzygós sou eínai edó gia na se die" "I gynaíka mou?" I hear his faint, scratchy voice, and my heart flutters.
As the curtains open up enough to finally reveal him, I can see in his face he's confused and ready to question "wife?" But then our eyes meet and his face beams with his amazing smile that always sends my heart fluttering through the air. "My wife" he says as he seems to take in the meaning of the words. "Oh my god, Eros!" My body couldn't move as fast as my feet. I lunge towards him throwing myself at his body and I couldn't stop the ugly cries and tears from flowing soaking his face in the process. "I thought I lost you" "Lypámai polý, agápi mou" he said faintly caressing my hair as if he needed to comfort me rather than him. "I'm so sorry, my love" I quickly pull back as I hadn't thought until now if maybe my body could hurt his. Is he ok? Is he hurt? "Are you hurt? What happened?" I couldn't stop the tears from gushing out my eyes and I started to lose control of my breathing as I ran my fingers through his hair. His skin was dry and pale from the days in the blazing sun with no covering and no drinking water. "A wave capsized the boat. I'm okay. Just a broken hand and a few broken ribs" he tried to say calmly but I felt him have a hard time breathing almost choking on each hurtful breath. "Eros!" I said gulping back cries. For days I imagined just being able to look at his face, in his eyes, touch him the way I'm doing now. I didn't know if I'd ever be able to do this again. My heart squeezed at the awful thoughts I'd been dealing with the last few days but it also swelled with joy as I realize he's laying in front of me right now. Alive. Breathing. Really here, it's not a dream. "You were gone! I felt it! I thought you left me!" He caresses my face and wipes the tears from my cheek softly like he was using every ounce of energy he has left to comfort me when I should be comforting him. "I said nothing could keep me from you, didn't I? This was just a little bump in the road" he said so calmly still believing wholeheartedly in the power of our love. I take his unbroken hand and intertwine it with mine, bringing it to my lips to kiss it before allowing him to rest. Never leaving his side. Never not touching him. Never not looking at him. I stayed with him being so thankful in the powers that brought him back to me.
________________________________ ❤️❤️❤️ I mean, Come on! Did you really think I could kill off Eros 😱 Absolutely Noooooot!
Translations: "Eímai...edó...gia...na do ton Éros Ádonis!" I'm here for Eros Adonis! "Den...miláo...elliniká, móno...angliká" I don't speak Greek, only English
"Écheis énan episképti. I...sýzygós sou eínai edó gia na se dei" You have a visitor. Your...wife is here to see you "I gynaíka mou?" My wife?
