Others carved her past, she was now deciding her future.
But was she living?
The memories that haunted her determine each decision she made until he came along.
Everything changed.
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A wealthy businessman with handsome looks but without a care i...
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Alexander
"So, she's healing fine?" I asked the doctor for the thousandth time.
Once again, Eileen rolled her eyes and smiled. The smile that she always gives, but never reached her eyes.
"I feel better, Moretti. The wound is healing nicely, you heard the doctor. We just have to watch out for the dizziness." The doctor merely nodded and left the room, leaving me to help Eileen off of the examining bed.
"Are you sure you're okay, baby?" I asked her, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Yes, don't worry."
We had walked all the way to the hospital to get her check up, the days lately unusually bright and sunny. We enjoyed them together. Her dad was still recuperating, but was regaining some feeling in his leg. Luke, well, he was dealing as best he could. It wasn't easy for him, especially since he always bottled everything in, literally. A bottle of whiskey had been his best companion for the past weeks.
"I need to talk to you, Alex," Eileen said quietly.
We stopped walking, and I cupped her face, leaning down and kissing her.
"What is it, baby?"
She hesitated for a moment, and then shook off the thought.
"Let's get home first," she said. "We can talk later."
I dreaded what she wanted to say. The look in her eyes told me that it was something I would possibly despise, but nevertheless, we stepped into the house.
A month had passed by since Angie's death, and we were slowly coping, I liked to believe. Somehow, though, I felt that she wasn't dealing with anything. She didn't cry again after the funeral- not that I wanted her to. I just wanted her to heal.
I wasn't doing much better, but having her with me eased the pain. A part of Angie was still around wherever Eileen was present. It was their smile, I had noticed, they had the same smile.
We walked into the house- the same emptiness surrounded it. The house felt... cold. It wasn't the same, and I knew it would never be.
Eileen took my hand in hers, turning back and smiling at me as she guided me upstairs. Once in our room, she closed the door and stood in front of it for a moment, staring at me with those brown eyes that were keeping me alive.
"What is it?" I asked her.
She walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me like her life depended on it. She was the one to seek out my tongue, and I let myself feel her; the desire that she was pouring into each movement, the soft moans that I swallowed with my lips.
