" Love Untitled " ~ The Road Home ~ BOOK SIX

BOOK 6 > Ch. 5 ~THE AGREEMENT~

'How can I make it through the day Without you? You have been so much a part of me (and if you'll go) I'll never know what to do. How can I carry on my way? The memories, When all that is left is the pain of our history, Why should I live my life today?

I cannot live out on my own. And just forget the love you've always shown. And accept the fate of my condition. Please don't ever go. For I cannot live my life alone.'

~Say you'll never go, Neocolours~

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She just found herself inside her old room, looking at the old bed where she spent most of her evening weeping and meditating if her marriage to Richard Armani was part of her being reckless, while series of past memories of her and this condominium came quickly rushing over as if it only happened yesterday.

The EF! What was she thinking? Clearly, she wasn't at all!

She could've exited the damn condominium and just go back here once her son is ready to talk! Instead, she trusted her rage over the thought of Benedict being in a much traumatizing situation again simply because his father was apparently irresponsible! She remembered the first day that she met Benedict on the wake of his biological parents when Richard Armani coaxed her to talk to the kid because he wasn't eating his meal, not even sleeping and he wasn't talking to anyone at all. His teachers were sick-worried of him as if he was suddenly inside this thick cocoon that nobody could penetrate even Richard Armani. Benedict has this behavior that if he has this huge emotion in him, he has this tendency to go invisible on everyone and it's all happening again.

Psyche opened her walk-in cabinet and found her clothes, undergarments, and shoes arranged the same way how she remembered them hanging and folded on the wooden drawers where she left them three years ago. And in the middle of this all, she closed her eyes and a pang fresh and nasty memories washed over her, it was hurting every inch of her she can almost taste it.

She opened her eyes and her foot instantly brought her to the washroom, an area she shared with Richard Armani for this is what's in between their rooms. Good saints, she remembered everything. As if those three years didn't happen, given that she swore to herself that she will never set foot anywhere where her marriage to a Castro has any recollection or whatever. But she's here. In flesh. Again.