bodyguard - ON HOLD

11 - Heli

im so sorry u might cry :(

ok i lied, u will probably cry

emilio is so strong though i love him <3

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Madolina's pov

"Would you like a drink?" I ask Isa, walking into the kitchen.

"Uh, water is good for now." She replies, following me into the kitchen.

Heavy footsteps come down the stairs, and not too long later Emilio comes around the corner. Acting as if I'm ignoring them, I grab a glass and fill it up. While I do that, they wave at each other, and it's not much, but it's still something.

"Emilio, come on." I tilt my head to the side, and he sighs, following behind me, but mutters an apology as he passes Isa.

Once we're out of Isa's sight, I stop and turn around to face him.

"Talk to her about it. Or at least show her and tell her that it was his. As much as she seems like she won't comfort you, I know she will, I was the same." I tell him in Italian, hoping she doesn't speak it.

"Fine." He mutters, sighing afterwards.

Rolling my eyes at that, I know he needs to talk to someone other than me about it, or at least go show it to someone because he can't hide it forever.

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Emilio's pov

"Uhm, Isa?"

"Yes?" She looks over at me, the sun making her hair look like it's gold not blonde.

"Can you promise me that what we talk about will not be heard or read by anyone else?" I ask, hoping she's okay with that.

"Yes, of course, yes." She agrees, and although she does a good job of hiding it, I can still tell that she is concerned.

We continue walking in silence toward the hangar, and once we get there, I open a door on the side, flicking the lights on immediately.

"She's gorgeous." Isa whispers as I go over to it.

Gently resting my hand on it, I run my fingers over it, collecting a small amount of dust on my finger tips. Behind me, I hear Isa's light footsteps before they stop, and I'm assuming she's sitting on the chair behind me.

Slowly walking around, I keep my fingers on it, letting memories of him flow through my mind. I know I should thank Isa for not asking questions, but I can't help but enjoy the quiet, and the images of him in my head.

The one that stands out the most is from when I was much younger, before we found out what he had, just the two of us climbing a very small tree, as I've always been afraid of heights, except when flying. It's freeing, knowing that I'm alone up in the sky, in what once belonged to him, what he was once sitting in, where I am sitting now.

I had barely noticed that I pulled open the door and sat myself inside, running my fingers lightly over all the controls, knowing that if I accidentally clicked one it wouldn't matter.

"Well, why did you bring me out here? Obviously this means a lot to you, and you don't need to show me. I appreciate it, but I find it odd because you seem like you don't trust me much." Isa says, appearing at my side, not touching it.

She scared me, but out of habit, I hide it. I want to let go, show more emotion, but I can't, not yet at least, around her.

All that she does gives me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I like it, I don't want it to leave. Maybe it's butterflies, but it can't be, we've known each other for days, love at first sight isn't real, at least for me.

"I am showing you because I don't know you all that much, and mama told me that I need to share this secret with someone other than her. And she wasn't wrong. But you have not judged me yet, and I know that many of the other people I know will judge me and consider me to be weak, especially because it's been many years since we lost him."

"Your mother is right about needing to share it with someone, I really didn't expect you to share this with me though. And if people would judge you like that, why do you still talk to them?" She asks, her voice smooth as silk.

"I can't leave the life. And I need to do that to stop talking to them." I whisper, shutting my eyes.

I can imagine her confused expression, knowing she wants to ask what I mean but doesn't want to push my boundaries.

"Your secret is safe with me." She reassures me, resting a hand on my shoulder.

Opening my eyes back up, I turn my head towards her, making, and keeping, eye contact. It takes me a few seconds to be able to utter the words, but I quietly thank her.

"Emilio, it's okay to cry."

"Other than mama, and him, but we were all still okay then, you're the only one that ever noticed."

As strong as she's trying to be for me, I can see the tears that are in her eyes just as the ones in mine. And my words came too close to breaking her heart.

Getting out, Isa goes to move out of my way, but I gently grab her waist, sliding my arms around it. Understanding immediately, her arms go over my shoulders, and a hand in my hair. It's the same as hugging mama, except it's more comforting, her toned arms against my shoulders and back, while her firm stomach is pressed against mine.

"Thank you." I mumble, a few tears slipping, but I don't let many out, not trusting her completely.

"Anytime."

She begins scratching my scalp, not knowing how much I love that. I try to stifle an oncoming yawn, but can't, and she giggles as my breath tickles her neck at the end. I hope that she can't feel my heartbeat, but honestly I wouldn't even be surprised if she could hear it.

"We should probably head back, it's past six." I tell her a while later, putting a small cloth down.

"What do you think we're going to have?"

"Something with pasta. She could live off of pasta at this point."

Isa lets out a breathy laugh, kicking a stone ahead of us.

"And, I, uh, I mean what I said, thank you."

"I meant what I said too, anytime. Any good person would have done that."

Rolling my eyes, I put my hand on her head and mess up her hair, expecting her to care. Instead, she reaches up and pushes some of my hair down over my face, blocking my eyes.

"Really?" I grumble, pushing it back and fixing my hair, the exact thing I expected her to do.

"You wouldn't care much otherwise, I had to." She tells me, a smile on her face.

The so-called 'golden hour' that everyone loves does wonders to her, and maybe I'll be the next one to love it, before I end up loving her, because I know that that is inevitable.

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i love this chapter so much

hope you enjoyed it as much as me