Farewell : Until We Meet Again

19/ banter.

I played with my mother's necklace subconsciously as we drove through Lawfield with music playing in the background. I kept staring through the window without observing the drastic rainfall outside of the vehicle. Instead I spent the entire journey thinking about my mother, and how her name was disrespected even beyond death. I thought about how I failed because I allowed people to walk all over her even though it is my duty to protect.

Soon after the car stopped, and I was pulled out of my thoughts as a car door opened and was shut. Quickly I followed Enzo out of the car, and was met with an unfamiliar neighborhood. Small cute houses were lined up next to each other, appearing like a place I always dreamt to grow up myself. These houses weren't as flamboyant as David's big ass mansion but instead they resembled perfect examples of America's middle class.

Enzo's car was parked in a driveway of one of those houses, and I quickly followed him up the porch, escaping from the clouds' raindrops that seemed to be following me for weeks now. Enzo held the door open for me after unsealing the door with his key. I entered a bit confused.

I opened my mouth to voice my thoughts, "Why did you bring me to your house?"

"Because I thought you rather want to stay away from Sophía for a little while. Since you guys live in the same house and all...," Enzo trailed of as he took of his shoes, and messed up his slightly damp hair with his hand.

That looked hot, I must admit.

"Your house is...nice," I said honestly as I looked around. It was homey and full of life a welcome change from David's place, decorated with expensive murals and vases instead of pictures from his family.

"Thanks I guess," Enzo grinned at me as he turned around and entered a room on his right.

I followed him without forgetting to gawk at every detail of Lorenzo Lombardi's home. We entered the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. Enzo went straight in there, whereas I stayed behind. A massive fireplace was the centerpiece of the room, and two cozy looking couches with a recliner were placed around it. Above of the fireplace a big flat-screen TV was positioned on the wall. On the mantel shelves framed pictures were representing the memories made in this house and the love fabricated in it.

I walked over to them in a daze and saw cute pictures of Enzo as a child, a beautiful teenage girl who shared Lorenzo's vibrant green eye color and of his proud father. Funnily enough a picture of a small boy that shared the majority of Enzo's features engraved itself in my mind. In the photograph he grinned at the camera with a lopsided mischievous smile as his face was completely covered with chocolate. His dark brown eyes shined with happiness and joy. I didn't know what it was about this small boys' smile that haunted me but I was sure for whatever reason that it couldn't be Enzo.

Regardless of the vibes I got, the pictures of these lovely and happy family moments really touched my heart as a tremendous amount of longing and loneliness gripped me.

The moment of weakness was interrupted by Enzo peeking his head in the living room, and asking, "You coming?"

I nodded, and followed him into the tidy and organized kitchen to take a seat at the counter.

"Water or soda?" He asked me as he roamed his fridge.

"Soda."

Enzo took out two cans of soda and gave me one of them.

"So, are there any other Lombardis I yet have to meet?" I asked as a conversation starter a bit awkwardly. I must say that I was curious about the girl and the boy on the family pictures though.