Anastasia's pov:
Next morning, I wake up alone. Dante is out of sight.
I find myself covered with a blanket that I don't remember putting it over me last night.
Wait. Did Dante cover me before leaving ? He did it the night I stayed with him on the floor in his bedroom. Just the thought of it does something twisty to my insides.
After I have breakfast, I remember that I need to call back Matteo. He called me late last night which is unlike him. I would have picked up, but Dante, being unreasonably jealous, forbade me from it and answered the phone instead of me.
« Hola.» I say as soon as he picks up.
«Anastasia where were you for fuck's sake ? Why the hell that bastard answered the phone last night instead of you.» He is angry, that's for sure.
«I'm sorry about that. He took the phone from me. I know he said a lot of things but don't take him seriously. Is everything okay ? Is there a problem in our casinos or with one if our clients ? »
« Everything is not fucking work Ana. » I swallow. Shit. Why did I ask about work. I should have asked him about how he is doing.
A deep exhale escapes him. « Sorry for rising my voice.»
«It's okay. What happened ? » I ask.
« Julia is not okay. » He stops talking for a second and my heart almost stops before he carries on. « We went yesterday to her usual doctor's appointment. He did check ups and asked for analysis.» He stops talking again. And I imagine the worst.
I sit on the edge of my bed. I am not sure that my legs can carry me any longer.
« And what did he say. » I finally manage to ask.
« The tumour spread around and reached other organs. In other words, her situation got worse. » He says his voice barely audible.
« What the doctors said about this.» I say as I wipe away a tear. My voice is shaking.
« They will do a surgery. »
« That's good right ? They will manage to get it out.»
« The odds that the surgery succeeds are so low. Ana, she w.. wil... will die with or without the surgery. The doctor said it's worth trying. It will give her longer time with us if ut succeeds. Maybe a month or two in the best scenario. »
I can't hear what he is saying anymore. My eyes start watering and my vision becomes blur.
This can't be happening. She can't go. She can't just leave us. Not yet.
"Ana, you still there ?" Matteo asks at the other end of the phone.
"Yeah. Yeah. I am right here. What will you do ?"
"The final choice is mine. But I can't do this. I can't decide. I simply can't choose Ana."
"When does the doctor need an answer."
"Today." Mierda. That's too damn soon. "Ana say something. Tell me what to do."
"Matteo she is your sister at the end. You have to make the decision. Look. Leave everything behind. I will talk to my father. Go to her and do not quit her side. What her while she sleeps, while she reads her books, while she eats her meals. You will know what to do. I trust that you will make the best choice."
He finally says: « okay. » and he hangs up.
She can't leave me. The only person that reminds me of my human side, just with a simple laugh she makes me forget how lonely I feel, can't just leave.
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Perfectly broken
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