"Hey" I say. My eyes gazing softly up at Tony as he walks through the door.
He smiles and watches me. The carrots I slice still going without my eyes attached to the blade..
"How are you feeling" He asks. Shutting the door and walking over to me.
I pick up the pile of carrots and drop it into the pot. All the vegetables floating in the boiling water...
"Okay" I say. My voice low and full of guilt.
It's been a week since I left the hospital. We're renting a condo a couple blocks down from it but it still feels so far...
I don't sleep very much but I didn't in the hospital anyways.
My mind is everywhere but at my self...
Everyday I visit Emilio twice. Staying for hours and loosing time until Tony comes to collect me.
I run or walk to the hospital and it helps me with my sun intake. The breeze and the colourful leaves being my source of beauty in this ugly world...
I take pictures of everything. When Emilio wakes up I'll have a book full of what he missed.
Tony has been taking very good care of me. Pushing aside whatever had happened before and making this strictly about getting me back on my feet...
He sleeps on the couch and listens as I cry myself too sleep. I tell him that I don't want his comfort by then and only want to be alone.
"What you making" He says. Taking a seat at the breakfast bar chair...
"Soup" I say blankly reaching for the chicken broth in the cabinet.
I groan loudly and give up. Shaking my head and grabbing a spoon...
"Here" He says. The chicken broth in his hand and my eyes shooting to his chair.
I furrow my eyebrows and suck in a breath...
"Thanks" I whisper. Grabbing it and pouring it into the pot.
"Michelle" He says. My eyes still stuck on the soup...
I stop what I'm doing and look at him. My eyes glistening with fear as I can't get a grip of myself.
His hand slithers around my shoulder. Looking at me in hurt..
"You want me to take you to the hospital?" He asks. My eyes narrowing.
I nod and hug him. No arms reaching back around me..
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"I'll pick you up at 9" He says. A faint smile on my face as I reach Emilios room.
"Okay thanks Tony" I thank. Hanging up and keeping my eyes bright...
As I reach for the door a ball of wind is stolen from me. Someone's body pushing me back.
I look up in anger and meet one of the guards eyes. Regret shifting along his expression...
"I'm sorry Mrs Verlice!" He begs. My breathes becoming soft.
"That's ok" I smile. Stepping back to the door...
He moves from my figure and watches me.
I shut the door behind me and hold my breath. The room so still and only strikes of painful beeps running against me...
I let my worries fall and feel my shoulders drag.
Through every day I find myself so unaware of simple things in front of me it effects the mindset of everyone else..
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Our love
RomanceLove isn't always meant to be in the eyes of others. Michelle has seen to many types of love. She admired the love of her two parents, she hated the painful love her father treated her with after a changing event. She most of all loved how much Emil...
