Can two broken hearts be healed?
Duke Michelson lost his husband and high school sweetheart, Emilio. He buries himself with work but nothing seems to heal his broken heart not until he meets Dashiell Mitchell.
Dashiell "Dash" Mitchell also has a b...
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I thought my time in Cancun was going to be trapped inside my hotel room and eat everything on the menu but surprisingly Dash's presence made it 100 percent better. He showed me what it's like to feel again, to sense the hot blood flow through my heart and thump loudly whenever he gazed into my eyes. He showed me how to smile again without forcing me. He showed me that I could love again even though it breaks me.
I know that deep inside I have to get over Emilio. He wouldn't want this for me, he would want me to be happy and Dash brings warmth into my shield heart. After throwing the marigold into the ocean last night, I felt a sense of relief. My heart didn't crumble into pieces. I was finally gluing back the pieces that were once shattered.
It was hard to say goodbye to Dash. I knew it was only for a day but it felt like an eternity today at the hotel. I spent most of the day eating and watching Spanish soap operas. I finally took a shower and got ready for my late flight. I bought some souvenirs for Sabrina and the team. I even got Dash a blessed necklace. I know hockey means a lot to him and he has some stuff to get through so I hope this necklace brings him luck.
I got a cab to the airport and looked back at the majestic hotel. It was nice to get out of the same routine but I still had this whole week to relax which I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I'm usually always bombarding myself with work that I lost what to do with my life. I lost my partner and a part of me as well. So this week I can start by picking up the pieces of the life I use to enjoy.
I checked into my flight then soon after I boarded the plane. I sat by the window and gazed at the workers putting the luggage into the plane. I heard someone trying to shove a carry-on on the top compartment. "Hi, sweetie. Do you think you can help me with this?" I heard an older woman's sweet voice. I glanced up and saw a cozy older woman with a carry-on twice her size. I quickly got up and helped her. "Thank you. You're so sweet."
"Anytime."
She sat next to me as I went back to gazing at the workers. My phone pinged and it was a notification that my flight was about to take off in 15 minutes. My wallpaper was of me and Emilio posing for our wedding. My heart ached just gazing at his beautiful face. I opened my photo album and went to our wedding pictures. My eyes filled with water as the pictures got blurry. I rubbed my thumb over his charming face. A teardrop fell on the screen as I quickly wiped it away.
"Those are beautiful pictures, a fairytale comes true," I heard the sweet woman's voice. I sniffled and wiped my tears.
"Thank you. We wanted a fairytale wedding. It was the most fun I ever had. I'll never forget that night," my words choked in my throat. I thought I was over this but I'm not.
"Then why are you crying? You should be happy," her hand fell on top of mine. I noticed the fine wrinkles and the blue veins on her hand.
"He passed away a year ago. He was in a car accident and died on impact," I swallowed hard as I closed my phone.
