Lorena was finally with me, and I couldn't stop smiling as we held hands wandering through the cobblestone streets of Stockholm together. The city was alive with evening activity: the smell of fresh bread wafted from a bustling bakery, and the distant sound of a street musician playing a melancholic tune added a romantic feeling to our stroll. Because of her, my future seemed brighter. I felt incredibly grateful to have her in my life. With her by my side, I knew I could face my family drama with a helping hand of strength and support.
"Elias?" Lorena's voice broke through my thoughts.
"Yes?" I replied, gripping her hand a little tighter.
"What are we going to do?" she asked, suddenly letting go of my hand as she walked into a grand, 20-story hotel, its front glowing softly under the tall, yellow streetlights.
"About what?" I followed her as she guided us into the hotel's luxurious lobby, filled with plush armchairs and the scent of mahogany wood.
"About our parents. I have to tell mine about you if we want this to work," she said, pointing between us. "And you need to do something about the company."
I nodded and moved to the side when I saw an elderly woman trying to pass by. "Off topic, but how did you afford this place?" I countered, trying not to sound too shocked.
"I asked my parents for some money."
"Oh, that makes sense," I stated, then continued after a moment of silence. "I know I need to do something. I need to prove to your parents that my father is a criminal." I lowered my voice for the last part, but the elderly woman overheard me. She gave me a judgmental look, raising her bright red glasses, and took a few steps back in fear.
"We look suspicious," Lorena chuckled, and I smiled. "Yes, we do. Maybe we should talk about this in your room." She raised her eyebrows at me but reluctantly agreed with my idea.
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We entered her small hotel room, labeled 200 A on the lowest level. I wondered how the view from the 20th story would look. I settled onto a sliver of her couch, ready to broach the sensitive topic we couldn't discuss downstairs without drawing some public attention.
For a fancy hotel, the rooms seemed cheaper than they advertised. Despite its modest size, the room radiated an intimate ambiance. The soft glow of a lamp in the living room corner welcomed us. Delicate floral patterns were on the curtains, swaying to the movement of the AC. Overall, the room felt cozy and welcoming, perfect for a quiet retreat from the city's hustle.
"What I was thinking of doing is getting him to admit what he did over tape so I could show your parents," I stated seriously, locking eyes with her. Gosh, how I missed those eyes. "Maybe even show the authorities if I want justice served."
"Elias, you don't need to do that. It would break you," she replied softly, her eyes revealing concern. "It would break you to see your father behind bars. I know I would be shattered if I was in your situation."
"Well, your father isn't someone who cheats his way to get ahead. He also isn't someone that broke your family apart." I look down, feeling the weight of the accusation.
"I'm sorry Elias," she replied, immediately regretting what she said.
"Lorena, I feel like I am committing the crime myself if I don't bring it to the light. I can't bear the guilt," I confessed, my voice filling with vulnerability.
"But it's your father," she protested gently. "I know your history with him hasn't been easy. Are you absolutely positive about this?"
"Yes, Lorena, I'm positive. Please, don't fight this any further," I said, curtly my gaze is still unwavering. She sighed and walked away from the couch, still facing me but in front of the small coffee table in the living room.
"So I guess I'll be recording this?" She asked, hands on her hips as she looked at me with encouragement. "Yes, if you could do that for me." She puts her hair behind her ear, her face a mix of determination and concern. "Lorena, your parents deserve justice."
"They should believe you just by your word. I'm so sorry for my parents' ignorance," she said, her voice laced with frustration.
"No, Lorena, I understand their position. It's okay," I reassured her, taking a step closer. "And truth be told, I don't deserve you."
She made a slight frown, her beautiful eyes softening. "I don't deserve you either."
Moved by her honesty, I closed the distance between us and wrapped her in a tender embrace. She relaxed against me, her body fitting perfectly into mine. Another thing that I loved about her.
"We will be okay," I whispered to her ear, holding her close. She nudged against me, her breath warm against my neck, and for a moment, all the weight lifted off of my shoulders. "Thank you, we will," she murmured back tenderly, her fingers tracing comforting patterns on my back.
Cupping her face in my hands, I brushed my thumb lightly over her cheek, marveling at the softness of her olive skin. "We will tell your parents about us after we have the evidence. And then we will show the police. My Dad will finally pay for how he has hurt everyone to make it to the top," I vowed, looking into her eyes.
She met my gaze, her expression reflecting trust and admiration. "Sounds like a plan. Now can we stop talking about this? I'm hungry," she said playfully, breaking the seriousness and intensity of the moment.
I laughed at her comment, a surge of affection swelling my chest as I squeezed her hand playfully. "Okay, let's get some food."
Together, we left behind the tension of our conversation, focusing on the simple joy and ease of being together.
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