Mentality of The Heart

CHAPTER 15

Alice's POV

It was the late hours of the night when I woke up feeling thirsty.

I put on my robe and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water.

The lights were off, but I stopped in my tracks when I noticed the kitchen lights on.

Huh?

Maybe it's Amore, she sleeps late and always comes out for a midnight snack.

I walked through the corridor connecting the hall and kitchen entrance when I heard a familiar male voice speak.

“I don't care what ways and means you'll use, use whatever method you want, I want him talking and need answers tomorrow morning, you got that?”

Alexander?

“Casso” He whispered angrily as he ended the call.

What was that, and who was he talking to?

“Farfalla” He suddenly said, and I jerked in my spot.

Shoot, I was caught.

“Uh… Hi?” Gosh, what's this??

He stood leaning against the kitchen counter staring at me intensely and I shuffled in my spot.

“Farfella, you're not sleeping, why?” He asked smoothly.

“Uh, I was thirsty, so I came here to drink some water” I answered, my voice slightly wobbled.

“Oh, is that so?” He said as he slowly walked towards me.

It took everything in me to not take a step back. I stood rooted to the ground as he came closer and closer until he was only a few inches away from me.

Oh god, he smells so good… what the hell!

Snap out of it, Alice!

“Mhm '' I answered and for a second, I saw his eyes glimmer with something, but it was gone before I could discern what it was.

We stood in the empty quietness of the dim kitchen. It felt like we were communicating in a way that needed no words, but just thoughts swirling and mingling with one another.

“You're an enigma, Farfalla" He whispered deeply, and I felt the sensations of his words fill me like tiny sparks of electricity.

But the moment was short-lived when he took a step back and shook his head, almost stumbling on his feet.

He's splitting. I stood and waited for him to split, but it seemed he was trying to fight it.

I hated seeing him like this, it made him seem so vulnerable, and all I could do was wait.

“Alexander, look at me, please look at me… Good now I want you to focus on my voice…” I talked him through as I kept a safe distance between us.

While we were still in London, I noticed that he rarely split, his splits mostly happened when he was triggered by something.

And most of the time he split, Davide was the personality that came out the most.

Davide must be associated with something he constantly dealt with, from what I've gathered about his past life, he was mostly bullied and abused by not only his family but even the people around him.

Davide could be a personality he created to keep himself safe, one that could shut off emotions to protect himself from feeling hurt.

Davide is impertinent and has a brute personality; he does not care for what others think of him and oozes confidence.