There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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Different eyes looked back at me in the mirror. I almost didn't recognize myself.
I was alone in the villa, and it had been two days since Eros and I got into our little argument.
They had some meeting yesterday, and I steered as clear as possible. Today, I didn't even know why they were gone. Probably more business. All I know is that I didn't want to go.
I was packing up my things in the bathroom, trying to clean up before we had to leave tonight.
I was grateful for this trip even though I have probably seemed irritable the whole time. We went to the beach, visited a few restaurants, and went on a hike in the hills. It was just really hard to be happy when it felt like everything was my fault. I was the one to blame for Eros getting shot, whether or not it was unintentional.
I couldn't even look myself in the eye.
I walked out of the bathroom, deciding that it was the last place I needed to be. Maybe I should try to catch up on sleep before the flight...
The sound of the door shutting stopped me in my tracks. I had planned to be in bed by the time they got back in hopes to not have to face any of them.
I hurried into the master bedroom, dropping my stuff by my suitcase and wrapping myself in a blanket on the bed. I don't know why I was pretending to have been here the whole time. It wouldn't have made a difference to them.
I could hear the approaching footsteps, and my eyes automatically sealed shut. I wished I really was asleep now.
The exhaustion consequently caught up to me as I laid there in silence. This was pitiful. I couldn't believe I was actually pretending to be asleep.
I heard Eros enter the room, and I felt the weight of his heavy gaze. He set something down on the bedside table before shutting the open window. I could hear him walk over to me, and I felt his warmth in front of me. His hand brushed strands of hair out of my face before his knuckles grazed my cheek.
I shivered but still remained in the bed beneath the sheets that smelt like roses.
Eros walked away and into the bathroom, and the sound of the shower running convinced me to open my eyes.
It was dim in the room, but light enough for me to see the gun set aside on the nightstand.
At least he removed it before touching me. I know he cares.
My stomach ached with apprehension.
Apprehension for what? I wasn't sure, maybe what would happen when we got back home? I was scared that he would say something to Amaiah. If she got the wrong impression—though that we were accusing her—she might not ever speak to me again.
