Love, Evangeline

48.

Song: Rosyln by Bon Iver St. Vincent- the song above is for later on in the chapter, when Domenico is at the funeral.

Also, the rest of the book will be in Domenico's pov.

One slow week swept across Rome. The sun hid behind clouds, shielding itself from society. Daytime was quiet, car horns refused to be heard while the usual chatter among the city decreased down to a low murmur. At night, Rome seemed as if someone had choked out all the energy within the beautiful city. The music people adored, sang along to, and cherished no longer held the same affection it once owned weeks ago. The twinkling lights had been stolen of its illuminating hue, sucking the joy and peace off the dark side walks. Rain drenched every inch of happiness as it swept its way across the city, neighborhoods, stores, and parks. Everyone knew, everyone could tell that something wasn't the same yet, no one had the courage to come forth and admit it.

The house was quiet, the halls were empty and cold. The murmuring echo of the air vents filled the numbing silence. Maids cleaned rooms, dusted paintings, and steamed freshly cleaned sheets. No one talked, no one left their rooms, the love that once filled house had vanished. The curtains had been drawn in, blocking out the rain and murky sky. The Berlusconi house slipped back into the dark hole it had been rescued out from. Everyone knew, but their hearts and souls were too depressed to say it. 

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A high ringing sound clogged my ears as I sat in my office. The curtains were drawn in, yet the pattering sound of rain filled the room. My eyelids were heavy, swollen as I stared down at my hands. The darkness in the room clung to me, as if I was it's only source of energy. My skin was cold and numb, I couldn't feel anything that had once captivated me weeks ago. The shattered pieces of my heart tore into every nerve and muscle in my chest. In the faint darkness, as my eyes remained down on my hands, the potent smell of blood stained my skin as the hue of it taunted my mind.

Every inhale my body took in was slower than the last. It had been a week since I had eaten, showered, let alone left my office. My face burned as a week worth of dry tears burned my aching skin. My damp suit still consumed blood, eroding away at my mind, forcing me to only think about that night. My mind had never captivated this much silence, this much terror and growing uncertainty. I refused to believe that she was gone. I rejected the mere thought that when I blinked, she wouldn't be right beside me.

As the ringing died down, I began to hear her soft laugh flow around the room. Numbing tears flooded my inflamed eyes as her laugh soon filled my head. My jaw began to quiver as my teeth dug into the sides of tongue. My skin screamed out in agony as the burning tears claws their way down my face. Balling my fists up, I gritted my jaw as her voice filled my head. The smell of her blood numbed my senses, depriving me of any functioning mobility in my body. Endless tears began to pour down my face as I gritted my jaw.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I allowed the pain and raging anguish to seize throughout every inch of my being as I inhaled deeply. My mind scavenged around the darkness and emptiness in my head, penetrating the last moments I spent with her.

" Domenico," a soft voice surfaced in my mind. I could see her faint smile, her warming touch slithered out to me, yet disappeared right as I reached out to it. " Domenico," the voice called out again. As my eyes slowly open, I realized that the voice was coming from somewhere in the room. Standing in the doorway, my mother wore a long, black lace dress. Swallowing the dense knot in my throat, I rubbed my jaw before standing up.