Take My Breath Away

9. Eleonore

For as long as I can remember, my family has always had secrets.

I always thought it was something normal.

Every family does have secrets, no?
Like my parents believed in the Moon Goddess but never actually told me where the religion came from.
I have sometimes found them coming back from the woods together, but they never told me what they did in there, and I was not allowed to follow them.
I always thought they were doing something spitirual in those woods.

But the one thing I never questioned was the fact that we had mates.

In mates, I always have strongly believed. Looking at my parents and the way they loved each other. I wanted that for myself. I always thought I had that with Milo, my now dead boyfriend.

I feel hurt. But not as I would feel when my mate would die.

My parents told me one would feel like going crazy and wanting to destroy everything. I just felt empty. Like nothing could ever bring me back the feeling of joy.

I felt so tired. And yet, I was still thinking about what had just happened.

A few minutes earlier, Lorenzo rushed out of my room. He didn't even give me the time to answer. From my eyes, he already knew the answer he was looking for.

I felt so bad for him. But at the same time, I don't know the guy, and I am not going to start lying to him.

There was something in his eyes. They went from brown to black in a second. I quickly saw it before he rushed out of the room. Maybe it was the light...

I did see the pain and the anger. It was like he was an open book.

I really wanted to hate him. Hate his family, but I didn't feel the energy to do that. And I felt like I wanted to know more about him.

My mind was spinning his face in my head. I could see every detail of his eyes, an amber brown filling the iris. The desire to get lost in them. His nose, I could see how it fitted perfectly his face, but no one else would be able to be that cute...

omg did I just think he was cute? Am I dreaming about a guy? Really? Right now, just after losing everything? It must be the trauma.

I know for sure I feel wrong. I need to grieve. Maybe it's the fact he's the first human I see that seemed to care. Or to be sincere. Well, since the accident. I have seen many nurses, doctors... but they were only doing their job.

He really seemed to care... care about me... maybe I'm crazy