Five days had passed by since I saw Matteo.
I hadn't gone to Charlotte's house to continue the singing lessons since then. I called Joseph and told him that I felt sick but I knew he could continue those lessons with Mia, he is a better teacher than I am.
Those five days I have stayed on bed. Evelyn's words were engraved in my mind and my broken heart. I cried every night as I missed his touch or our conversations on the roof garden. How can we be so addicted to someone that we love? We already miss everything about them when we separate.
What was I going to do in this situation?
I looked at the ceiling and touched my necklace as another tear fell. I need fresh air. Ava, you need to move on. Stop now.
I stood up and walked slowly towards the door. As I walked with my pijamas during the hallways. I began crying again. Shit, why can't I stop crying?. Why does it hurt so bad.
I suddenly stopped.
I heard the piano playing. I didn't recognize the song but it was beautiful, like it was made for the two of us. Matteo and me. I slowly went downstairs and the lights were turned off. As I continued walking I didn't felt fear. My body relaxed because it knew it was him. Him.
Why were we both too connected? Both by hearts, souls and bodies. As I entered to the living room I saw Matteo playing the piano. There was a big bouquet of pivoines on top of it. My chest ached as I looked at him. He was playing this beautiful song with so much gentleness with his eyes closed. He was playing with his soul.
He talked to me through the music and I understood. I felt the love, sadness and pain through it. He finally looked at me while I stood still. We both didn't move, we just looked at each other. Gray to brown eyes. Soul to soul.
Matteo suddenly stood up. He was wearing only his white silk shirt. As I looked at his face, he looked terrible. He was hurt as I was. It was like he hadn't slept for the passed days.
I covered myself with my arms as he took a step forward but I took a step back. I couldn't go near him but I still craved his touch. I began shaking and tears blurred my vision but I blinked them away.
Matteo took another step forward but I didn't move as he did so. This time I looked downwards and started shaking my head in both sides. It killed me watching him again. It just hurts so much. Please don't touch me I may break.
He finally stood in front of me quietly. Until I raised my head up and looked at him. He finally bent down into his knees as our gaze never broke. I began crying and sobbed quietly as I watched him like this. Seconds later he grabbed my waist and hugged me. But I just stood still and my tears fell all over my cheeks.
Matteo began crying as he hold me tighter.
"Ava I didn't do it, please believe me," he said. I sobbed louder as I heard those words. Was he saying the truth? Should I believe and forgive him this easily?
"Wh...why should I.. believe you?" I sobbed. I need a good answer for this. Why should I?
"The meeting was with her because it was a deal with her father's company. Domenico was going to come and she convinced me to go upstairs to wait for him. I told her I was going to bathroom as we both waited but then she entered. Nothing happened, I stopped her," he said looking at me. I looked at those eyes, those beautiful gray eyes. They were filled with truth as he said those words but I wasn't sure to trust him anymore.
"Nothing happened," he said harshly as his eyes were filled with tears. Matteo Giordano was crying again?. What should I do now?
"Why did you lie to me?" I said looking at him. That's the question, why didn't he just tell me that he was going to meet with her?

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The night we met
RomansaAva has 17 years old when she runs away from home escaping from bad man who are pursuing her. She meets Matteo Giordano, a 23 year old Italian rich man, in the road were it's the night they met. Will he protect her from the devil? "When the night wa...