Fierce

Chapter 4- Memories bring back you

🎧 You should be sad (acoustic)- Halsey

The one thing that I loved about taking a bath was the view. I could see the whole city of Chicago. God, I'd spend hours looking at those shiny city lights.

When I finally realized it was time to get off, I wrapped myself with a white towel and went to sit on my bed, abiding by my daily routine: exfoliate, moisturize, et cetera et cetera.

While applying my avocado green mask, I heard someone knocking at my door. I figured it could be Abi, since I hadn't heard of her since I unpacked. I had the door wide open, supposing it was Abi. Why would I be ashamed of my best friend? She'd seen me at my worst.
"WHAT THE HOLY FUCK!" I screamed out of surprise. This wasn't Abi, it was KYLE, the asshole.
"What the hell is a walking cucumber doing in my room?!" he said, as jerkingly as he could.
"YOUR ROOM? First you steal my moves at the fighting ring, and now you want my suite?"
"That's my room, 302"
"This is 301. Are you illiterate too?" I mocked, pointing at my dorm's number: 301.
I noticed his face turning into a blushy pinkish color. Was it because I was intimidating? Well, I hope so.
"Well, I'm not illiterate, but you see, you could point it out nicely next time, Bridget!"
"You know what, stupidity's not a crime, feel free to go, stronzo" I replied. (stronzo=asshole)
"Parli italiano?" (translation: do you speak italian?). I was surprised to see that he actually could speak Italian! His hoarse voice sounded a lot sexier in Italian. Is it because I am from Italy?
"Fai? bene, questa è la tua unica caratteristica della personalità." (translation: do you? well, it seems that's your only personality trait.) I proudly smirked at him. His rolled his eyes annoyingly as he directly went to his suite, 302, the room that was facing mine. "See you tomorrow, Bridget"
"Shut up" I replied as I giggled and slammed my door shut.

It happened again. I fainted.

**

It was one of those late, hot summer nights in August. We were sitting in between the bushes.
The warm breeze caressed my skin, as I was contemplating the stars.
No one, but him and I, knew about this place. It was our special spot.
I could feel his gaze on me and I locked eyes with him.
It was crazy how fast I could get lost in his eyes, who were swallowed by darkness. He softly smiled at me before averting his attention to his guitar.
He started playing a tune before closing his eyes and humming softly.
His angelic voice calmed me down, and I was getting sucked out of reality all too quickly, entering a bubble full of nothing but pure bliss.
I noticed he was playing the tune of my favorite song.
I got overwhelmed by this, and my heart started a marathon.
He was playing the guitar for me, in the middle of the woods, where nobody except for the wind could hear us.
His voice was heavenly.
I could stay here for hours and hours on loop and never get tired of him singing Elvis Presley's "Can't Help Falling In Love".
I loved him. I still do. Everyday of my life.
I could never get enough of him. We were always together -inseparable. We were two halves of the same hole who completed each other.
Every kiss was more intoxicating than the last, and our love for each other increased by the minute.
He suddenly stopped to look at me. His fiery gaze made my heart flutter and butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach. He dropped his gaze to my lips, before cupping my cheek and leaning in. He kissed me softly and slowly, showing me just how much he loved me.
I love him.
No matter what, I never got tired of his soft eyes on me, nor his embrace. I never got tired of the way his curly brown hair that always smelled like fresh green tea. I never got enough of the way his warm fingertips traveled up and down my cold little hands to warm up them up, nor the way he insisted on giving me his hoodie even when he was cold.
He broke our kiss and rested his forehead against mine, gazing lovingly into my eyes. He left a soft kiss on my forehead before pulling away to nuzzle against my neck.
"I love you." He mumbled drowsily. I wound my arms around his waist and pulled him as close to me as possible. "I love you too." I whispered before all of this fell into the abyss. And I was brought back to reality...

**
"Hey! Scarlett? What the fuck are you doing laying in a bathrobe on the floor?" I heard Abi shouting in a blur.
All of this was a dream. 'I'm strong'.
I managed to quickly sit back, rubbing my eyes, still feeling dizzy. "I- I think I did it again", "Oh, poor Scarlett." she replied with a soft voice, taking me in for a hug. "Did you-? You know?"
"Yes Abi. I had throwbacks again. It's nothing, I'll get over—" but I couldn't finish my sentence because I broke down and started sobbing, feeling the salty tears mixed with my hundred dollars mascara racing down my cheeks.
"Come here".
And I didn't hesitate to. I needed that hug. Abi was my best friend, the only person that knows me better than myself. Even if she might not show it, she still had the softest heart and has always been the kindest to me.
"I - miss- him Abi. So much." I said in between sobs. "I know, I know love. You're the strongest. I love you."
I didn't bother to reply. She already knew everything. I managed to get up, wiping my tears away with the sleeve of my white bathrobe, where the mascara residue appeared. I dressed up in my comfy pjs and layed my head against my silky white pillow. And with little effort, I feel into a long, deep sleep.

now you're probably confused... let me explain to you.
A year ago, when I was 16, I had a boyfriend. His name was Mateo. He was my first everything: my first love, my first boyfriend, first kiss, first time... We loved each other to the point no words could even describe. We were madly, deeply in love with each other.
Months ago, he gave his life in exchange of mine...
It's been nine months now. Mateo's dead.

A/N:
I cried while writing this. I hope you liked it too. Later on we'll learn more about Mateo and Scarlett's relationship. Just please don't give up on my story :/