𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #1
She pressed the knife deeper to my throat. I could feel the sting and blood beginning to trickle down my neck.
"I gave you a chance to leave and never come back, why didn't you take it?"
I looked into those deep gre...
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ARES RUSSO
The room contains four people and a large silence that can be cut through with a knife. Her eyes glossed over with memories and tears. I felt a wave of coldness leave my body when Lorelai shifted closer to me. Her hand comforted mine in a way I haven't even thought she was possible of.
"You lied to me." Her thick Italian accent came out and she directed her anger towards him. "You lied!"
Her hands collected into fists and banging on my father's arm and chest. All he could do was let her. He let her beat him and take out all her frustration on him because he knows he's to blame. I couldn't bare to watch the same history repeat itself.
Lorelai walked forward, grabbed my mother's arms and pinned them to her body. She walked with her to the balcony and called after me. I walked with her and she sat my mother down on her chair.
Her body was shaking with sobs, tears streaming like a waterfall and her beautiful forest green eyes were washed over with rain and exhaustion. I brought my hand forward and she flinched away while looking at my hand. I crouched down infront of her and glanced back at Lorelai. She gave me a small dimpled smile before I looked at my mother again.
"Ares." Her hand touched mine and I felt a jolt of warmth. A different warmth from when Lorelai touches me. She held my hand tightly and frowned.
Her eyes were trying to believe that this was real. Everything that happened in the past twenty minutes is real. I couldn't speak, move or hear clearly. Blood rushing through my ears and my mouth clamped shut.
"Ares." Lorelais hand pressed on my shoulders and lifted the pufferjacket I had on. I let it slip off my body and silently thanked her.
"Ask Iliria to show you to my room." I say with a voice I didn't know I had. It was tight and filled with incomplete sobs. She nods her head and walks out.
I know she won't ask for help.
I turn my head back to my mother and took in her blank face as she stares at Lorelais figure.
"My girlfriend, Lorelai."
[Translations: My girlfriend, Lorelai.]
"Come sei qui adesso?" She frowned and I copied her expression. "Francesco mi ha detto che eri morto."
[Translations: How are you here right now? Francesco told me you had died.]
I didn't think he was that selfish. He detached himself from me and made my mother detach from me. She lived for six years of thinking I died and my father went with it, he fed into it. I couldn't believe him.
