No regret
No regret strikes me. No emotion of guilt or disgust runs through me..
Do I want more? I don't know.. Maybe I haven't had enough of Emilio to realize I'm getting caught in what I can't handle.
I slept a full night. No nightmares or sweats. No crying or bruises...
Tony notices it. His hard gaze standing on me like steal.
I sip from my coffee and gaze down at my pages of words. Reading the rough scene of things....
"How are you feeling" He says. Breaking the thick layer of silence.
I pear my eyes up and look at him across. Tilting my head and shutting my book...
"Fine" I say. My voice flat and careless.
He ticks at his jaw and seems to want more. "Something happen last night" He questions..
I shake my head and swipe my head to the front door. A low knock gently ringing against it.
I stand and place my mug down. Striding towards it and rushing it open...
A doctor.
My eyes are blank and settled. Tony large stature surfacing behind me
"He's breathing on his own. But he's still in a coma!" he smiles. Like that sentence was so important he'd only accept saying it to my face...
I narrow my eyes and nod. Shutting the door and pushing by Tony.
"Michelle" Tony grunts. Grabbing ahold of my arm and twisting me around...
I look up at him with still eyes. Keeping them locked on his in chill.
"Aren't you happy" He says. Seeming to be out of breath..
I look at him for a moment. Searching his face for anger or guilt.
"Yes"...
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"This is truly incredible. We didn't think he'd pull through" the doctor sings. Her eyes watching Emilio brightly.
"He's strong" I whisper. Grazing my fingers against his forehead with confidence...
"We say in about a week he will awaken" She announces. My eyes still on him
"I'll leave you two alone" She smiles. My eyes cutting to her in a way of want...
As the door shuts I pull away. Nibbling at my lip in stress.
"Maybe I miss you" I hum. My voice dark and slow...
"I fucked another man with this ring on" I say. My voice cold and senseless.
I exhale deeply and attach my lips to his. Keeping my eyes blank open as I watch my feelings...
"If you can hear me I want you to know I did it because I felt like shit and didn't think it could get worse.." I smile. "I think it got worse though"....
"I hope you leave me when you wake up for what I did. I hope you stop being yourself and fucking hate me so much!" I cry. Unwanted and suffocating tears running down my face...
"I can't do this. I can't lie to you.." I shut my eyes. Falling the ground and letting my tears boil against the cold ground.
"Michelle"...
My eyes open gently. The tears overwhelming and my heart beginning to break...
I hold my breath. Not wanting to look up and see the eyes of pain or regret in him.
I shake my head. God please it's too much!
"You slept with him" He sobs. His tears dropping onto my head like fire.
I tighten my jaw and feel my lips tremble. The regret stabbing me as his voice fills it...
"Come here" He whispers. The feeling of his hand slowly placing itself on my forehead printing warmth...
I gasp lowly as his touch reconnects with mine. Standing up and crying loudly..
"I'm sorry!" I whisper. Dipping myself into him and holding him tight.
He groans of pain but holds me back. The feeling of knowing I made this all so bad killing me..
We hug each other in lost love. As the light slowly sparks back into us. The only problem being that water sits between it.
He doesn't comfort me or say it's ok. We just hold each other . My God Michelle what have you done?...
"Please don't leave me Emilio. Please don't go" I choke. My air becoming caught in my throat as I feel stuck.
"Breath love... I'm here" He whispers. Brushing and painting his fingers against my back...
I dig my fingers into his tired skin. His grown beard brushing against the top of my head.
I feel worse then I could imagine. I felt numb when he was unable to speak but now that he's breathing and holding me it hurts like nothing else...
If I could take it back I could but if I handled myself better none of this would have happened.
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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...
