Calypso

Nova

I needed to get out of this bed. I wanted to get the hell away from these sterile walls. Needed to eliminate this feeling of helplessness that had settled in my very being. Nico hadn’t long left after our conversation, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t get the whole incident out of my mind. It seemed like everytime I closed my eyes, I saw Elio and Lucia. I've Looked death in the face many times. I’ve witnessed it, and wasn’t the least bit concerned. But this left me marke, because it wasn’t some disgusting child rapist who took pleasure in torturing and harming women; this was my second parents. The only parents I’ve ever known. I wanted to go to war over Elio and Lucia’s death. I was ready to kill whoever I needed to to avenge them. I wanted to try and shake off these injuries, mere nuisances, and do what I know best. I wanted to hunt them down until there was no one left, and nothing to remember by. But I also knew that I wasn’t in a position to do that…yet. As much as I hated it, I needed just a little more time  to heal. As if someone heard my thoughts, Gianna appeared in the doorway of the sterile room. “You’re still awake.” 

“Yes, and ready to get out of this bed.” I replied. 

Gianna chuckled, stepping inside the room and moving toward me. “Well, you’re in luck because I’m here to help you get out of this bed and get freshened up.”

The relieved sigh I let out had both me and Gianna laughing. As hard as it was to accept help, I knew, at least for another few days I would need to. “Who’s shirt do I have on by the way?” I asked, but I knew the answer. I hadn’t commented on it before, because it was the last thing that was on my mind, but it wasn’t lost to me that when I first woke up my clothes had been changed. It was a small observation, but I was curious. Someone had to take off my dress and put on these clothes. A part of me hoped it was Nico. 

For real, all the shit going on and that’s what you decide to mull over? My conscience jeered, but my thoughts have been all over the place. Honestly, my thoughts were scattered even before the wedding. I can’t pinpoint when it started, but I have been feeling weird for months. I didn’t know what to make of it. I wanted things that I had long ago put on the back burner. I wanted to actually live my life. I wanted to one day fall in love and get married. I even started thinking about having children. Suddenly, a vision of me in a beautiful white gown came to mind. Then, I saw children, a boy and a girl with black hair, light brown complexions, and striking green eyes. I shook my head lightly at those visions as Gianna helped me out of the bed and I sank slowly into the wheelchair she brought with her. “Nico’s I believe.” She answered with a sly smile before changing the subject. “I was expecting you to fight me about this wheelchair.” Gianna joked as I got settled in the chair and she started the trek toward one of the many suites in the house. 

I smirked. “I want to, but I know it won’t do me any good.” 

She giggled. “Good thing you know.” 

Our joint laughter echoed across the huge hallway as Gianna pushed me toward what I now noticed to be an elevator. “Did Nico tell you about B?” I asked. 

“Yep.” Gianna confirmed. “Alessandro and I have been trying to pin her down, but no luck yet.” 

“You should think about letting him pin you down.” I muttered with a smirk, knowing she would hear me.

I bit my bottom lip to hold in my laughter as she looked down at me, mouth open in shock at my words. “Really Nova?”

I shrugged. GG and Alessandro have been dancing around each other for far too long. Gianna wasn’t as talkative as she used to be in regards to her feelings for Alessandro, which I understood. But I could tell her feelings hadn’t faded over the years. The rare moments she would talk about him, mention his name, it was evident in her voice. She was in love with that man, but she was afraid.“I’ll let him alright… when you finally end that lil drought you’re going through. How many years has it been?” She pretended to think about it, but she knew the answer. “Oh yeah… three.” I groaned as she laughed. It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, and, in truth, that time wasn’t memorable. I never really had time for a relationship, which was why, at nearly thirty years of age, I couldn’t say I’ve actually been in one. The more I thought about it, the more pathetic, even sad, it made me feel.