Oh Hamora!

Met him Last Night

Precap:

She was wearing a yellow tutu frock. She was nearly six and It was Dante's Tenth Birthday
" Why izz da thim of your birday parti Tigers, Dante?"
"It's because Tigers never forget their enemies. And neither do i. And it's theme not thim silly" He said with a proud smile.

Tigers. Vengeance. His Childhood Obsessions.

She could feel his hot breath over her forehead. Hamora took a step back.

The light on her skin reflected back as if it was glass. He knew her since her birth. But what he didn't expect was that the little girl in floral tutus would look like a divine goddess when she grew up. Her black gown went low with straps over her neck and her back. It made him want to do inappropriate things.

"Hamora Kingston, I am glad to meet you here" he glided his mask over his hair, ruffled.

Hamora took a sharp breath.

"Dante Romano, N-Nice to meet you"

Met him Last Night
She lay in her bed, looking out to the branch outside her window, where an American robin was singing. On a normal day, this turn of things would've put a smile on her face, the absence of Tara's loud music blasting through her window would've added to her joy.

"Please, I beg you! Stop playing ay macarena at 4 in the morning." Hamora had said once, Tara said it was what kept her lively, Michelle suspected she did it to annoy all four of them. Camille always slept through it.

She is fleeing to Hampton in an hour, but there is this possibility that she is meeting her friends for the last time, she will miss them, so she tries to write a letter, tears it to pieces when she can't write past," I am sorry..." and decides she will come back, no matter what happens.

LAST NIGHT

"Dance, Sweetheart?" She said yes.

He tangled his fingers with hers and led her to the dance floor.

His hand feels like Fire and Ice, Hamora thought and then mentally slapped herself to focus. This man was chasing blood, she couldn't lust over him no matter how much his touch reminded her of the 14-year-old Dante.

"How are you?", He says with a clinically cold voice, clinically isn't the fitting adverb perhaps as she has noticed Doctors displaying more emotion when talking to patients who they meet once a year than Mr. Romano displays while talking to her best friend. The girl whose handmade happy birthday cards he still kept in a safe.
"I am fine ", replied Hamora.

"You are scared", He always knew when she was scared, fidgety or any other complicated emotions, He assumed it was a gifted trait he had, to easily know what a woman was feeling but what he hadn't noticed was that there was only one woman he could decipher so easily.

Dante expected her to be happy to meet him. Originally he planned to meet her after the ball, take her to the amusement park they loved when they were kids, never in his twelve years of isolation did it occur to him that Hamora would try to hide the truth from him. He knew the moment his father died, his freedom would be regained, he would make them pay, the ones who messed with his family.

The lights were dim, music reached their ears faintly.

"This would be the perfect time to tell me what happened to my sister" He said suddenly.

"I was too young to remember" She was ten when his sister died. She won't tell him.

"We both know it. You just need to accept it that your mother killed my sister and i'll handle the rest." He felt her back tense beneath his hand.

"Why does everyone always suspect her Dante? Why couldn't it be anyone else?"

"There were only four people in the room that day and it's crystal clear who killed her. Let's revisit, shall we? a woman who loved her daughter more than anything else, a ten year old girl, a woman who threatened to kill my family and Isabelle."

"Look, I don't know if my mom killed your sister but there are two things i know,
one, Both of them are dead and two, i don't really have any telekinetic powers so stop asking me.

"Tell me one thing then and be honest this time. How did Stefano Romano die?" His voice was cold now, His eyes looked like ice.

"Dante, please" She looked into his blue eyes. His eyes softening to another color of ocean.

"Come here" He took her to a corner, not that she was able to notice the people around them anyways. She picked up a glass of wine. Her heart beat increasing.

"Let me go home." Her legs felt wobbly, eyes watery and only word came to her mind: escape.

And so he let her go but he was coming and she was going to run. As fast as she could. Again.

She hires a rental car to go to Hamptons. She will drive the six-hour journey all by herself. That's what she plans it to look like, for Dante to follow her to Hamptons when she will be boarding the plane to Syracuse.

Her cab driver is an old man with a Mexican accent, José. He seems friendly and kind. She will reach the airport in another 20 minutes, Syracuse in Two hours.

The thought of meeting her mother after six months makes her excited, sad and nauseous. She hid her mother from the world so as to pretend as she is dead. There was no other way.

She tries to hold back tears. Out of all people in the world, she has to run from her best friend.

She missed him, although every nerve in her brain told her last night that Dante means trouble her heart was elated to meet him, to finally see him after all these years.

"Did you say anything to me, madam?" José asked.
"No, sorry. I was mumbling."
"There is a car that's following us from the last turn, ma'am'

Her phone rang. It was Dante.

XX. Anivarya

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