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P.O.V Nicolas
"Are you ever going to leave your office, it's been like a week. Go outside, get some fresh air, touch some grass even." Angelo's words barely registered, since my mind was occupied with watching pictures of her.
When I was going through her phone that day I'd sent all her pictures to my phone, didn't know why, I just did it. Maybe subconsciously, I knew that those pictures would be the only thing I had to remember her by.
Though I wish I hadn't. Now all I do everyday is watch those pictures, continuously. She looked so happy, a feeling she hadn't felt with me.
I...fuck, I don't know, what to do.
And now I was a fucking, idiot who stares at her pictures all day long.
Fuck, what happened to me?
"Listen, I know you're..." he looks me up and down, "yeah. But it has been almost two whole years. If we didn't find her the first few months or even the first year, I don't think-"
"I don't care what you think!" I snapped, "we will fucking find her! Even if it's the last thing I do, we will find her!" I shout at him, switching off my phone, I walked past him, heading to my room.
I had a bottle of Vodka stashed in my room, but the guys had to intervene five months ago when they discovered me on the brink of passing out due to my excessive drinking. Given my high tolerance for alcohol, it wasn't just a couple of bottles I had consumed.
It had been a whole year since I last laid eyes on her, heard her sweet voice, felt her touch, kissed her. My soul was in agony, torn away from her. It longed for a moment of respite, a chance to breathe without the weight of this unbearable pain.
Fuck Svetlyak, I can't live without you.
The only problem is that the alcohol didn't make me forget her, it made me see her when I sleep, it made me feel her, it does everything but make me forget her.
I can't go on without you, Angelina. Please, come back to me.
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"Open the door!" Angelo's voice screamed through the door.
When he wasn't met with an answer, he kept banging, making my headache worse.
I reluctantly opened my eyes with a groan.
"Fuck, I'm coming. Shut up," I opened my eyes, dragging myself out of bed. As soon as I unlocked the door, he barged in, looking annoyed, but when he saw my exhausted expression, his expression changed
He stared at my half opened eyes, "You were sleeping" it wasn't a question.
I nodded and walked over to my bed.
His gaze roamed the room before locking onto the empty vodka bottle near the bed.
"Nicolas..."
Angelo knew I wouldn't sleep reluctantly, it's either I drank too much and fell asleep or I didn't sleep at all.
"Relax, it was just one bottle, didn't do a thing, just helped me sleep." I sighed, running my hand through my hair, "besides it was half empty anyway."
"Okay good. Because you haven't slept for days. You needed sleep." When I didn't respond he said, "You need to come downstairs, we have some updates on Angelina."
W-what? I was fully awake now.
They really found her, after all this time they really found her. My heart was racing, the world started moving at an abnormal pace.
"W-what did you say?" I stammered, the words struggling to escape my lips. My mind refused to accept what I was hearing. Over a year and four months of relentless searching, she remained elusive, and now they found her.
"Yes, we found her. Come on." His smile was infectious as he turned and exited my room. Panic surged through me, urging me to move, yet my legs refused to obey. Gradually, my body aligned with my mind. I jumped from the bed toward the door, trailing behind Angelo.
When I made it downstairs everyone sat clustered around the dining table, papers scattered before them. A hush enveloped the room as I settled at the head of the table. Angelo took his place beside me, a subtle grin playing on his lips.
"Show him," Angelo exclaimed eagerly. Levi hesitated, not making a move towards the picture before him. Ivan shot him a puzzled glance, then slyly passed the picture to me with a smile.
It was a picture of her, it was really her, on a magazine cover.
"We found her."
I stared at the picture, for way too long, but also not long enough. The oxygen had left my body, and the only thing working was my heart.
"Her name just randomly popped up on the database and when we scanned her face again, this appeared. She's in Sweden, the picture was taken in Mora at the Serendipitous studio." Levi said after he cleared his throat
When he was met by silence he continued, "We have her work schedule, for the whole week, she's going to be at the Bergianska trädgården later today at two p.m. Our time is an hour later so if we leave around one we'll make it by three."
I gazed at the time on my phone, half past nine. Therefore it's 3 hours and 30 minutes until I see her again.
I met someone I cannot stop thinking about, my thoughts constantly revolved around her, and I'm torn between dragging her kicking and screaming into my world... and letting her go.
