Eternal Roses

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Génesis POV
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Three weeks.

That's how long it's been since I've seen Matías, heard his voice, smelled his familiar scent, or even been in his presence. The day after, I thought the whole thing had been a nightmare until I rolled over and he wasn't there. I ran through the entire manor looking for him until I was met with a saddened Mateo in the main living area, solidifying it was a nightmare, just not the kind you wake up from.

I have spent every waking moment having our IT department track anything they possibly could hack into traffic cams, security cams. We've interrogated everyone that was at the restaurant that night and we haven't been able to locate the bartender even though we have a face to look for. 

I've slept maybe a total of nine hours over the last three weeks and if it wasn't for Aurora forcing sleeping pills in my coffee I wouldn't be sleeping. I know she means well and I appreciate it but the minute I close my eyes all I can see is him leaving out that door.

And he never comes back. 

I usually wake up screaming and in a pool of my sweat just on the visual of him walking out the door. I knew he wasn't dead I could feel it in my entire being that he wasn't dead, it was just a matter of how much time I had before he was.

Papa was tempted to fly to Belize to help us out after seeing how distraught I was, but I insisted I was fine and it'd be too much of a risk for him to be here. As badly as I did want him to come I couldn't risk anything happening to anyone else I cared about. I was one more incident away from needing padded fucking walls.

I'm pretty sure I was malnourished as well, I'd been living off coffee for the last few weeks and if it wasn't for Camila I wouldn't have that in my system. All forms of self-care have gone out the window and if it wasn't for having Stitch I wouldn't have gone outside. 

I couldn't neglect him even if I tried, for one I loved him too much and he was utterly adorable. Secondly, taking care of him and his room was the last thing Mat and I did before he left. I tried staying out of Stitch's room the first week, but he kept whining for me to come in every time I let him in. 

By the second week I had caved and went in, but automatically broke down when I looked around the room. The only thing I remember after that is waking up on the floor with Stitch cuddled up to me and Rora waking me up.

She's been my rock through this entire thing and I don't know how I could've gotten through this without her. I also felt guilty though, I could see she was so worried about me and my mental state that it was taking a toll on her own. For her sake when I'm around everyone else I put on my best 'I'm fine' face and hope she doesn't see through it.

If it was Matías he would've read right through it and called me out for it in his subtle but not so subtle fashion. Thinking about him made me happy but instantly made my heartache, thinking about happy times with him made me feel like I was mourning him. I wasn't going to mourn the man that I love because I was sure he wasn't dead. 

Mateo had more hope than any of us though, he was sure his best friend was going to free himself and walk through those doors before we even found him. For the first three days, I believed that and held on to that hope. 

By that fourth day of waking up alone with the other side of my bed ice cold, everything inside of me began to die. 

Around Matías I was a beautiful bright red rose, without him I was a dead and wilted rose with petals falling with every passing day he was gone. I never expected love out of an arranged marriage nor did I expect him to reinvent his entire life to surround me but he did and he did it out of love.