❝how would you feel if i told you i loved you? it's just something that i wanna do❞
When Violetta's parents' business starts to go down the drain, she's the only one that can help it. So she made a deal with the devil, and his father. She's thrown i...
(Sorry it's coming on a Monday. I had the chapter finished but just didn't post this one. And I have to get to my poetry homework so this is not edited. Enjoy! xx)
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I NEEDED THIS TIME but why did it feel like I was going to die?
A month ago if you told me that I would be getting a week without Diego, I would've slapped you because I wouldn't believe it. What did I do to deserve a miracle?
But now, I just wasn't exactly jumping at the fact.
Diego's flight was at 12 and he gave Greg his bag to take downstairs at 9:30. He told me he would just use the benefits of his Diners Club card, he paid for it every month anyway.
I was at the top of the staircase rubbing my bare shoulders while watching the exchange. My sleeveless tank top and shorts offered no protection against the weather. Mornings were always chilly, especially considering how high we were.
I looked as Diego and Greg spoke, they spoke in hushed voices that I couldn't pick up. I bit my lip, thinking of the right way to say goodbye to him. Obviously I was overthinking a really simple thing. I just had to say goodbye that's all.
But then there was the complicated part. I didn't want to sound like I didn't care and that I was going to throw a few parties and have the time of my life without him. That would be too mean.
I also didn't want to sound like he was my sun and that as soon he left I would crumble into a ball and cry because I honestly can't survive without him. That would be too needy and embarrassing.
And in case you think I'm being an idiot, a goodbye can easily be associated to any of those depending on the way you say it.
"You can stop staring," Diego says without turning his back.
Dammit, exposed.
I blush and walk down the stairs barefoot. Diego was clad in his usual 10 grand worth suit and expensive shoes (I'd by lying if I said I knew the brands). I was beginning to identity different brands much easier.
