It's been two months since the war.
Two months of walking into the hospital to see the man I love in a coma.
Two months since I last saw his dark brown eyes bore into mine with such love.
I miss him. I would do anything to have him say my name again.
To see his beautiful smile. To hear him laugh. To have his lips on mine.
Another tear rolls down my cheek as that's all I've been doing lately. I've been crying all week and I don't understand why. I think it's finally starting to hit me. The possibility of not having him here with me. He may be here physically but it's not the same. I miss his voice, his eyes, his laugh, his smile, I miss everything about him. It's like I'm looking at a dead body and the only thing I could remember about him is all in my memories.
Mom said it could be the guilt eating me up on the inside. I still think it's my fault, no matter how many times people say it isn't, I know it is. If he hadn't had saved me two months ago, we wouldn't be in this situation.
Sighing quietly, I look at the time, 12:30am. I can't sleep. The need for sleep completely vanished and I haven't slept in two months. I refuse to sleep until Gianluca wakes up. The doctor told us that if he isn't awake by morning, they're going to pull the plug. He was supposed to be awake by now but it's taking too long for a recovery that short.
Looking over at him, I give a quick glance then look back out the window. I still refuse to look at him for too long. Last time I looked at him for twenty minutes, but with each second passing by another tear fell down my cheeks. All this stupid crying happened Monday. And now we're Saturday night with nothing to do but cry. But it wouldn't hurt to look again?
Looking over at Gianluca once more, I feel like I'm analyzing him. I haven't done this in a long time. I watch as the moon light shines down on him. The quiet room feeling like it just got quieter and the sudden need to stand and walk over to him takes control of me.
Looking down at him, I watch as the moon's light shines down on his pale skin making his light pink lips look rosy.
I hesitate before lifting my hand slowly. For some reason, my body takes over and pushes my mind to the back. Gently touching his hand, goosebumps rise on my skin as I begin to run little circles on his skin. His hand is still soft. "Please wake up Luca." I whisper as tears form in my eyes.
This is the first time I've spoken to him since the war. "Your family needs you. Your gang needs you. I-I need you." I stutter as a tear roll down my cheek.
Quickly wiping it away, I continue to look down at him. "You've been asleep for two months." I say as this is what I've been doing this past week.
Dr.Lowell said that there's a possibility that Luca could hear us. His family reached out to me for a couple of days to tell me that I could spend the night with him while his family takes the day. I don't mind. At least I could stay with him.
Bringing his hand up to my face, I place it on my cheek as I rub his hand. "Please, come back to me." I say while quietly crying. With my free hand, I place it on his cheek as a smile breaks out on my face to his as warmness. "I love you Gianluca Morteno. Always will. I will never stop loving you, I promise."
Tears pool in my eyes again as I wait for his answer. Nothing happens. He stays the same.
"Why won't you answer me!" I yell at him as angry tears roll down my cheeks. "This is when you're supposed to wake up! To tell me that you're right here! That you love me!"
I wait for his response but there's nothing and I cry even harder. "Just please answer me! I need you! Do you not hear it in my voice? How I can't breathe? I feel empty. I need you back in my life and you are going to wake up. You hear me? You will wake up! Even if I have to shake you awake myself! You will wake up. I-I-" I stutter as tears roll down my cheeks.
Letting go of his hands, I place my face in my hands and cry into them. "Why can't you just wake up..." The sound of my voice makes me sob loudly. I sound so broken. So used and damaged that there's no hope.
But the crying quietly stops and the tears fade away as the feeling of someone's hands pulling mine away, makes me freeze.
My head shoots up to see Gianluca smiling at me. "He's alive—you're alive." I managed to say as I quickly smile. Realization hits as a smile breaks out on my face. "You're awake!" Slinging myself into his arms, I quietly cry into his shoulder.
Gianluca wraps his arms protectively around me as he kisses the side of my head. "I love you too Fionia Peragine. Always will. I will never stop loving you, I promise." That only makes me cry harder as my heart beats like crazy in my chest."It's okay. I'm always here for you princess. I told you that I'd get you back."
I chuckle lightly and pull away. Sniffing, my smile grows as I stare into his loving chocolate brown eyes. "Yeah, after three tries." Nodding his head, he chuckle lightly while wiping away the tear stains on my cheeks.
"I will love you forever Fionia." He smiles widely as I do the same.
"I will love you forever too Gianluca."
"Promise?" he says, holding out his pinky. I giggle and attach my pinky to his.
"I promise." He then pulls me towards him and smashes his lips onto mine.
Man, I miss these lips.
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