CECILIA is 27 years old, has had a beautiful life, a one that she loved. She had her friends with her, and family with her. One day she was finally reunited with her high school sweet heart but didn't expect the cost that came with her.
EVANGELINE...
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EVANGELINE CHAPTER TWENTY SIX •TIME PASSES•
I let her be. I let her be because I loved her. Every day that I was with her, I proved to her that I was nothing like my high school self. I wasn't the woman she fell in love with.
Everyday I look at myself and regret the way everything went down. It was my fault, yes. And I recognize that. I see that everyday. But I let her be. I knew where she was, and often visited because why not? I wasn't going to see her, I wasn't bothering her.
But soon I would make my appearance. Because I love her. And I want to make it up to her. I've thought long and hard about what happened, about what I've done. But I need her. I want her.
She was my medicine, my favorite memory. Mark was there by my side, letting me know whenever she was out of her apartment. Only because I wanted to make sure she was safe and she was.
I sat in my car, alone with my eyes closed in a parking spot. I dragged the cigarette from my mouth, inhaling and blowing the smoke out.
Smoking was a habit I picked up, and a stress reliever. It helped me calm down, as I felt angry most of the time, tired and overall just frustrated. Mark fought with me often, saying he didn't want to leave me with a personal trainer, he knew I was going to beat to death.
Which I knew I was too. And he often sported a bruise on his face, or ribs, just from me but he kept coming back because he was my friend and he understood my pain.
My phone rang, making me open my eyes. I picked it up and answered it. "Where are you? You know you have that interview right?" Mark said, I sighed, looking at my surroundings and sure and behold I was watching all these stupid influencers who were making dance videos on the side walk, people making videos of themselves.
That shit made me cringe. "I'm coming." Was all I said before I hung up. I started my car and left for the interview. When I got there, Mark rolled his eyes. "Didnt even attempt to make yourself not look like death ran you over."
I glared at him. "Dont make me out a bullet through your skull, cause I will." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "This isn't April fools. Now go."
I fucking hate when people have to "touch up" my skin or outfit. Like I know I'm not perfect but jeez. "You only have five minutes till you're live." Live? I thought this was a record and done? Not live on air. I wanted to groan but I smiled and walked to the woman.
She was no doubt beautiful, but she wasn't as beautiful as Cecilia. I don't think anyone would be as beautiful as her. "Hi, I'm Athena." She said, holding her hand out. I shook it, softly smiling.
