Ever since the last time you'd seen Ignazio, you felt as if time itself had stopped. Everything from then on either moved too fast or seemed not to move at all. It was almost as if your physical self had indeed left him behind, but your mind, your soul was left behind, your essence intertwined with his.
You could faintly recall stepping in the apartment you shared with Lucas, finding him staring at you, his eyes widened. He had demanded explanations at first, almost screamed at you all the questions that had been travelling through his head all the hours you were gone, claimed that he even thought of calling the police at some point.
Soon, however, his tone softened, he almost started crying as he pleaded you to never leave him again, assuring you that he never meant to hurt you and that it would never happen again. Of course, Ignazio's name was mentioned by him repeatedly, as he accused him of being the reason for his own crazy behavior.
" Please, don't involve him into our business... He has nothing to do with it..", you said, your tone almost giving away your vulnerability on anything related to Ignazio.
" He has though! I'm telling you, maybe you, women, fail to pick up on the signs that a guy is into you, but guys understand guys. So I know exactly what I'm talking about when I say that the guy was hitting on you all night... And you know damn well just how possessive I am of you. So to think th-", Lucas started rambling, but you cut him off.
" The guy is getting married, Lucas! So clearly your thoughts and comments are all wrong. Stop embarrassing yourself, it's enough. ", you erupted, and noticed him furrowing his eyebrows.
" And how do you know that?", he questioned. You shrugged as you looked down, lightly sighing.
" He told me, outside the restaurant. That's what the talk was about, the one you've been feeling so paranoid over.", you murmured, still avoiding eye contact.
" I don't believe you one bit, tell me exactly what's happened between you and him...", he muttered, anger evident in his voice. You felt your heart beating faster, your breath getting caught in your throat.
" Nothing, I told you, nothing!", you said strongly, and heard yourself letting out a scream as Lucas pushed you against the wall, his hand slamming loudly against it, right next to your face.
" Don't you lie to me. Have you been seeing each other in secret? Have you been playing with me? All this time?", he kept saying, his eyes wide and staring right at you. You felt tears running down your cheeks as you pleaded.
" Let me go, please let me g-o....", you said, and in response he let out a shaky laugh that sent chills down your back.
" Be careful, (Y/n). If I find anything that would suggest you two are involved, I'd like to inform you that I intend to keep my promise... I really hope you remember it.", he sneered.
" You are in-sane... Completely insane, Lucas.", you whispered, to which he simply shrugged.
" Maybe, just maybe, I am...".
Hours had passed since then; Lucas had left you alone in the house, disappeared to wherever he'd wished; you couldn't care less. Your mind certainly was on figuring out a way to escape from the situation you had put your own self into.
You decided to turn on your laptop, trying to find something to distract you from everything. However, the first thing that popped in your screen was an advertisement for the Il Volo concert, that would be taking place in Rome, the next day. You immediately turned it off, feeling the familiar sense of heartbreak presenting itself firmly within you. At least, you thought, Ignazio was definitely away from the crazy person you were trapped with.
In all honesty, though, all you felt was a sense of numbness. It was as if everything within you had decided to stop functioning, leaving only your heart to beat carelessly against your chest, and your mind to be devoured by your memories and your nostalgia.
A quiet sound from the living room managed to bring you back into reality. It was as if someone was playing with the door. You remembered you'd locked, but still felt very much afraid of entering the room. After some seconds, though, the sound stopped, and you felt comfortable with checking what's been going on.
To your surprise, you noticed that a white envelope had been slid under the door. You felt your heart almost stop when you picked it up and turned it around, reading;
Come Back To Me.
You opened it almost too quickly, hands trembling as you read.
" Dear (Y/n),
I know this letter might cause you to think I'm going insane, that I've lost every little bit of sense I once had. I hope, however, that with these words I can make up for all the time I lost and, God, I wish I'm not too late.
I really don't want to waste any of your time, or any more precious words.
Piero has told me everything; explained himself fully, without trying to make himself sound good or escaping his responsibilities. I cannot lie and deny that it didn't hurt me, but, like you, I understand his reasons. And I will forgive him, one day I will; I promised that much to him.
However, honestly (Y/n), none of that matters anymore. I know in my heart that what I feel for you is love; pure, unconditional, absolute, real, perfect love. And I cannot bear denying my own feelings to myself any longer.
So, inside the envelope, besides this letter, you'll find a one-way ticket to Rome. I will be waiting for you, tomorrow, at noon, in front of the Fontana.
Please, please, make my dream come true.
I love you. Come back, come back to me...
Ignazio.".
YOU ARE READING
Come Back To Me
FanfictionSequel to " A Girl's Love". It's been almost a year since the last time you saw him. Almost a year since you left those letters. Almost a year of lost hopes. A secret. The smell of burning paper.