"Talk to me bambina." (Baby) he whispers, "what can I do?"
"Bring them back Lorenzo, bring my parents back to me." I say before letting out another floodgate.
I much preferred it when I couldn't cry.
Because it seems to be all I can do.
I feel my feet lifting off the ground as Lorenzo carries me up the stairs.
He takes me to his room and locks the door behind him before placing me on the bed.
He takes my shoes off for me before taking his own off.
After taking off his jacket, he gets on the bed to hold me in his arms again.
I cried myself to sleep that day. I don't know how long I'd been crying, but all I know is that he never left my side.
He ignored his phone ringing a hundred times, he ignored the pings of messages.
He ignored it all, just to hold me until I fell asleep.
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I wake up and groan. My eyes feel incredibly heavy and I feel pounding in my head.
I'm wrapped up in Lorenzo's arms with my back pressed against his chest.
I turn around to look up at his beautifully crafted face.
His chest is bare, hair messy and he's sleeping so peacefully.
I let out a sigh.
Life couldn't possibly deal me a worse hand.
It's one thing to deal with an angry and dangerous Lorenzo, because hating him is easier then.
But this Lorenzo? This beautiful, soft and caring Lorenzo? He tears me apart because he tears down my walls and makes me feel like I could trust him again.
Only for the other Lorenzo to eventually show up.
I brush a fallen strand of hair from his face back and his golden eyes open to meet my hazel green ones.
"It's rude to stare." He says, his morning voice deeper than usual.
I put both my hand under my head and just watch him, silently.
He watches me too.
"Are you ever going to tell me what happened?" He asks softly.
I sigh, "I'll let your mom fill you in on those details."
He looks at me for another second before getting up.
He leaves the room without another word, but I'm too defeated to even care.
I turn on my back and look up at the ceiling.
Does the loss of your parents ever go away?
Not when it's your fault...
I shut my eyes in anguish from the retort of my inner voice.
It's must be morning because it's bright outside.
Can't even understand how I slept for so long.
I hear my phone ringing at a distance and I groan.
Everything in me wanted to ignore it but I got up anyways to see a call from the last person I ever expected, "Hello?" I say.
"Viper, hey, it's Nicole. Can we talk ?"
"Uh, yeah, what's up?" I ask her.
"Not over the phone. Can we meet up for coffee or something tomorrow morning?"