Sting » Louis

twelve

I changed the protagonist's name into Gemma. 

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That day in that lobby something broke inside me. I realised that it was, in fact my heart. And not only that, but also that I did hurt him and that it was his time to take revenge on me. He offered me an unconditional love and I threw it away years later, getting ready to marry another man. He was broken, more than me. Besides, my life was nothing compared to his. Once I had started trusting him on that island, he opened up to me. He was forced to live with his father from the day he was born. His mother's family wouldn't let her marry someone from the underclass. Her family was wealthy, thus she had to be with a man of their standards. Louis lived deprived of his mother, in poverty, in hope that one day he would find true love and happiness.

And he told me, one day, that he was truly happy with his life, with me. That I had given him hope to raise to his feet and fight for his life, for love. 

He never met his mother, but he tried to find her. He was told that she lived in London. That's where he first saw me. I was forteen at that time, he was eighteen. I remember his brown fluffy hair, his fringe falling over his right eye, his pale blue eyes. Only once did our eyes met. I wasn't really into him back then, nor really noticed him. My best friend Florence and I saw him a couple of times at the park near my house when we returned from school. He was working for the borough, taking care of the flowers in the park. Florence was completely infatuated with him, but I never paid any attention. I would always drug her out of the park, back to our homes, before Louis would understand something was going on. 

I didn't remember him. I couldn't. He had changed a lot from that day, when we met properly at that bar that summer night. That young boy covered in the mud of the park and his green uniform, looked nothing like that handsome, confident man four years later. He took my breath away with those tattoos scattered on his arms, the facial hair on his beautiful face and of course his sapphire eyes. He told me later that he had been watching me for three years when he was in London, but I never really percieved it.

He protected me from afar. He would give his life for me. And I believed him, I trusted him. I would do exactly the same.  I was just eighteen when he showed me he loved me by making love to me. That was the time that I understood that true love exists. I was infatuated with him not only because he was beautiful. He was beautiful by the way he thought. For the way his eyes would sparkle every time he said he loved me or spoke about something he fancied, for the way he would make me smile when I was sad. No he wasn't beautiful only for something temporarily as looks, but for something deep down; his soul.

And I felt I didn't deserve him. Every fiber of his body was screaming at me every single day that he loved me. Every single touch of his made my heart flutter, my hairs bristle. I didn't know what I should do to show him that I loved him too. I was inexperienced, I was afraid I would let him down. Louis would erase my concerns and make love to me every night.

 I'm still surprised that I didn't get pregnant. He said that he was being really careful, but never denied that he wanted my babies. In fact, he would embrace me lovingly from behind, placing soft kisses on my neck and whisper sexily in my ear how beautiful our babies would be. I shivered at the thought and always smiled, thinking about my life on that remote island with two little toddlers running around the beach, having Louis' blue eyes, and my - as Louis said- perfect lips.

Nevertheless, all these dreams and memories collapsed the moment I saw the scene before me. Right in front of Olivia's desk was Louis, well dressed as always, but not alone. A short blonde was stuck at his side, grasping him from his waist as they were both focused on Olivia. A tiny leopard print skirt, was barely covering her buttom and a tight black top was making her chest extremely huge. The blonde unknown girl was giggling to whatever was being said and Louis seemed uninterested, staying serious and so did Olivia. Before I could really realise what was happening, Olivia turned to look at my immobile figure a few feet away from them and Louis did the same. The blonde noticed this, so she crushed her lips on Louis', leaving him surprised. I opened my mouth to speak, but a large sob escaped my lips. I clenched my stomach, before I could burst into tears and run to my office.