He is a force to be reckoned with. A lift of his finger & people are beheaded in seconds. A word from him & the streets of NY are bathed in blood. Any evil deed, you name it & he has done it. Vicious, nefarious, brutal & downright cruel. Majestic in...
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(This chapter is very depressing, and emotional. Don't read if you're sensitive. And I need instant votes, and comments. Read the note at the end)
Anastasia's POV:~
Life is unpredictable. One moment, you are on top of the world, being showered with endless love and care. And the next moment, you are pushed off the cliff, and all your dreams come crashing down. Your wings are broken, and you can not get back up because the hands that once held you up now refuse to even touch you.
You do not know what happened to change their mind. You do not know whether it was something you did or if they simply do not feel the same. But you wonder anyway. You wonder and wonder until the insecurities of not being enough begin to eat you up. Until the thought of being alone scares you.
This is my situation currently.
As I slowly emerged from the haze of what the doctors called a medically induced coma, the harsh reality hit me like a ton of bricks — Alessandro's absence. It has been more than a week since I woke up to a world that seemed to have moved on without me. And there has not been a single time that Alessandro has come to meet me.
Shocker? I know.
When I opened my eyes for the first time in this room in the presence of a nurse who looked more pale than me despite the fact I was the one who underwent so many surgeries, my entire body was aching, every inch screaming in agony. I was hurting in places I did not even know one could hurt. Leave actually walking, actions as easy as batting my lashes or lifting my fingers were Herculean tasks that left me exhausted.
Where was Alessandro? Why had he not come to see me?
The questions clouded my mind like a vortex, pulling me under with each passing moment as I lay there, trapped in a sea of pain and uncertainty, my heart heavy with the weight of abandonment.
Two weeks. Fourteen long, excruciating days. Not a single visit, not a single word. The thought was a poison, seeping into my veins and corroding my soul. I felt like a ghost, invisible and insignificant, left to pick up the remaining pieces of my life alone.
Yet, it was not my poor condition the first thing that came to my mind. It was not even any sense of gratitude to the Almighty for saving me, as I usually would have had. It was not anything concerning me or my health.
You know what it was? Him. The man I am irredeemably in love with. The one for whom I went against destiny and fought with death. The one for whom my life was stuck in my throat and refused to leave before seeing for one last time.
The first image to cross my mind was the one I had of Alessandro that morning before leaving while I was adjusting his tie. And for a second, all the pain was forgotten. Only the yearning to see him remained, filling me with hope those men had tried so hard to beat out of me.
