After a tragic incident Emi needs to provide for her son and when you become a single mum so young it's hard to find a job that suits you and helps you provide a safe environment for your child.
So when she finds a job working as a nanny for the CE...
Play Not About Angels and then play Half a man by Dean Lewis were I put the *
He had knocked on the door of the musty motel. Geoffrey had said the private detective found out she was mourning the death of a loved one, through an old woman who was looking after Loai.
He was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of floorboards cracking and a person staggering to the door. It was swung open.
The pungent smell of cigarettes, vomit and vodka invaded his nostrils.
As their eyes met and all he could see in them was heartbreak. What the fuck. Was all he could think as she collapsed into his arms. Her wails being heard throughout the room.
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He carried her bridal style to the middle of the room. Sitting down with her.
Comforting people was not his forte so he sat in silence with her.
Hesitantly he wrapped his arms around her as she sank into his arms, her tears flowing like a water fall. If only he could stop them.
He took time to listen to the song he had only just realised was blaring through the room as she hummed sadly to it.
The only words she sang was "how unfair it's just our luck... found something real that out of touch."
He had never heard the song before but it had some sort of significance to her.
It was clear by the way she would watch the wall as he rocked her watching as the tears clouded her eyes and she would sing that one line as the song played on repeat throughout the room.
His brows would furrow in concern and confusion when she would smile an almost crazed smile as if remembering the best of memories of the one person she tragically lost.
* So he sat there and let her mourn. She needed someone at this time.
It was strange to see the strong opinionated woman who once stood in his office in pieces on the floor drunk out of her mind.
It hurt him so much and for that he didn't know why. He knew he felt something for the crumbling woman in his arms.
He admired and respected her deep down. She was broken just as himself. She made him want to feel again.
He wanted to feel again, but how was he supposed to love someone when he didn't love who he was? How could he give her all of him when he was only half a man?.
He slowly got up picking the half empty bottles of the floor and draining them down the sink, then got the cigarettes and flushed them down the toilet.
She didn't need them. She needs someone.
He helped her onto the bed, respectfully helped her out of her vomit stained clothes, keeping his eyes looking past her as he led her to the bathroom sitting outside the door as she did what she had to do.
When she finished washing and dressed herself, he sat her between his legs and tied her curls into a bun.
"Could you come back tomorrow we need you?" He questioned twisting his rings on his hands. A prolonged silence ensued before he received an answer.
" I shall Mr Baraz" she responded in a hoarse and sore voice. His face cringed at the calling of the name. To him it sounded as if she was nothing but a mere employee and that isn't what he believed.
He quickly stood up uncomfortable by the thoughts he had. He moved quickly to the door hoping to escape.
He stood staring at her. He realised he had stared for too long when all he saw was her mouth moving bug missed her words. Luciano stared at her thinking of what she could have possibly said but couldn't think of anything so he took his opportunity.
"Luciano" he stated watching as she became confused. He had definitely gone off topic. "My name" he quickly said to help her understand.
She nodded and he quickly turned heading the lift. He had a meeting in the next hour. As the lift pinged alerting him to the lift moving up to meet him he ears burned at what he heard.
"Bye Lucy" she had shouted down the corridor. He grunted at her statement stuffing his hands in his pockets to distract himself.
He couldn't deny that deep down he didn't mind hearing that nickname from her. He was her Lucy.
