Lost Love Found

C h a p t e r 4

A V A L A N C H E

The first thing he heard was screaming. Not the kind that meant fear, but the usual screeching scream that meant hatred.

He didn't need to ask. The voices were loud enough to be determined one from the other and he was too tired to stop them.

"Enzo?"

He filled half the cup with water and spun around to the source of the shaky voice. Smiling, he shortly nodded. "Hi Loisa" he greeted the only person in the house who sticks by his side ever since he was born.

Loisa, the family's nanny, was surprised that he came home early. Although she wished he hadn't instead so he wouldn't have heard another episode of war. She pursed her lips, closing the kitchen door slowly. She could see pain through his eyes; she could see through his hard features how greatly affected he is. The couple fought again; it's always about the same thing, but they never grow tired of it. They were like kids fighting over a bigger share of brownies.

She approached him with a heavy heart. "This will be over soon."

Enzo shook his head before he sipped from his cold drink. "There is no end, Loisa. What goes around comes back around." Not a day goes by without his parents arguing over shallow complications. It reached an extent where it became a run-of-the-mill for the family-most especially Enzo, the only son, who still struggles to accept his parents' falling relationship.

But they would never know of that.
They think he can go on with it. They think he is a grown man to handle shortcomings-that he doesn't need help or enough attention. With money, they think they raised him well.

Loisa held his hand. "If you need someone to pour your heart to, I'm always willing to listen." It breaks her heart too see him like this: completely guarded and unaffected on the outside yet completely shattered and beaten on the inside. He was a beautiful masterpiece softly breaking into a meaningless pit.

Enzo took his hand back and walked past her. "Let's not be dramatic, yeah?" A smug smirk surfaced his face. "Who cares about them? Me? Not at all. They don't even care about me. So why make life harder than it already is?" he placed the glass on the counter as he sat on a stool. The heavenly aroma of lasagna invaded his nostrils and he began to feel hungry all of a sudden.

Loisa sat across him. Enzo was becoming different every day, and she is scared the more he transforms. He is becoming the person she hoped he wouldn't. "Enzo, you might hate me for saying this but they're still your parents. They will always care for you. They will love you unconditionally. They will be with you through ups and downs."

"I would never hate you, Loisa" he stared at his nanny who still looked younger at an old age of fifty-nine. This was the face he has always seen from the time he wakes up to the moment he sleeps. "Even if you lie to make me feel better."

A lump grew on Loisa's throat. She didn't lie. His parents might be occupied at work but they never forget to ask about him. "I never lie to you." she clarified.

He shrugged. "But I always lie to you, numerous times actually. Sometimes, I tell you I'm studying when I'm actually holding my console. When I once told you that I was sick, it was a lame excuse so that I can't help mom with her medical mission. Remember that night I confessed about getting an A on a Math pop quiz? Yeah, I got an F. I didn't take the quiz seriously. I wasn't thinking straight. Loisa, the list goes on. I'm unfair to you."