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I love you
I love you
I love you
Those words echoed in my mind once they slipped through my lips. She stared those doe, brown eyes at me, the summer breeze flowing through her brown wavy hair, getting it stuck on her lips. She moved her hair from her face and stood there, emotionless.

"Say something please", I said, shaking her lightly from her shoulders.

She grabbed my hands off her shoulders and looked down at my hands, she kissed my golden Cartier ring.

"I best leave Mattia, I'll see you in Italy", she said not looking at me, she turned her body and walked away.

"What's wrong with me? Why don't you say it back?", I said running up to her.

I know I looked desperate at this moment, but my ego was no where near my worry right now.

"Mattia stop, please", she put her hand on my chest from me getting any closer to her.

"No, where's bambino? Where's amore? Where is my nicknames?!", I was confused of how I could show her for weeks that I'm crazy about her and yet all I get is sleeping together, but I want something more than that, I want her to love me.

"Not tonight please", she pushed me back, her voice cracked ever so slightly and I could see a tear drop from her rosy cheek.

A lighting bolt struck and followed by thunder, she jumped and gasped as so did I.

"Mattia please it's going to rain I must go home", she wiped her tear and walked away.

I grabbed her once again, not letting her go without answers, I was tired of going to sleep with questions running around my mind.

She pushed me away with much force, but I kept on grabbing her. All of sudden I felt a sting on my left cheek, she had slapped my face, she stood still and covered her mouth.

"Mattia Im so sorry, you didn't let go", she mumbled through her fingers.

"All I wanted was for you to tell me you loved me", My voice had dropped, I rubbed my cheek, and turned around, walking back to my house when rain began to pour. Hitting my face, I felt a small relief when it hit my cheek.

I didn't care anymore, at this moment I did not care about her or anyone else. She was officially no longer my rapture, she was now my melancholy.

I sat on a wood rocking chair we had on the patio, the roof blocking the rain from getting me wet. I no longer could see Adela in the garden, and I could've cared less in this moment. How dare she say such words! Trying to tell me what to feel, I knew I loved her then but now I don't feel anything towards her.

I wish not see her in Italy, or ever again. I regret ever going up to her, I regret everything we've done together. She was now a nobody to me, just some other girl who wanted my body, and looks.