The California sun that day seemed to be warmer than usual, almost as if to reflect heat and all the love that day.
Boris was in his room, in the company of his son Jacopo who was sleeping peacefully in her crib, and his future brother Yuri Ivanov, what would be the best day of his life, he was certain, despite the strong sense of disquiet that seemed to have taken hold of him that morning.
He began torturing cuffs perfectly ironed white shirt, ignoring the amused glances of red. He did not care anything, except for the upcoming wedding.
"Where is the Fernandez? He must have been here half an hour ago," he said suddenly with a platinum testily.
That day had to be perfect, nothing was to be out of place as he had arranged Sonja.
For the mother of his son would do anything, and after a year of hell that had passed, finally had managed to create a place of peace. "Our moment of peace," said Sonja defining their marriage, but that for the nerves tested the Muscovite was a real chore.
"Julia is coming," Yuri said with a tone seemingly cold and aloof, although warned a sense of melancholy.
After that day would change many things, and he had to stop to take care of Sonja and Hope, with whom he had shared both the apartment and various adventures.
For a long time he had seen his sister as a child, and could not tell the precise moment when she had become a woman.
After that event had decided it would begin a new path with Julia, but she had to find a way to advance the proposal, and this irritated him very much, especially because he hated being romantic.
For years he had always tried not to give weight to the emotions, but since there was Julia everything had changed, different and better.
It was his ray of light in the darkness darker, but that he would never admit it.
Soon after, Julia entered the room along with Hope, that when he saw his uncle Yuri left the Spanish.
"Uncle, uncle, mom is beautiful," the little girl exclaimed happily, clutching at his most favorite relative.
"Even so are you, little one," said Yuri softening the tone of the voice, while his girlfriend watched the scene with a look softened.
That scene had also hit Boris, that the sight of the god-daughter could not help but smile.
It was a beautiful little girl, but that day it was even more. The white dress white lace bridesmaid - that at the end of the evening was full of smear-was the perfect contrast to the red ringlets small Hiwatari, but Boris she was just perfect.
Loved her as her own daughter.
Wanted them really well, and despite all the problems, the young husband thought could not have wished a better family.
"As there is almost ready" Julia rang merrily, while his face was painted a serene expression.
His friends deserved to be happy, and the terrible moments that they had spent the last two years seemed only a vague memory of a bad nightmare.
She too had been a participant in the missions, and each time the end seemed to be more and more distant, but nevertheless had made it.
"How's Sonja? He changed his mind? You ran away?" Boris asks worried.
The Spanish chuckled, and taking with him the two children left the room.
"It will never change," asserted Yuri sighed.
The atmosphere that is breathed in the church was filled with love and serenity, white and blue decorated the environment, while the beautiful flower arrangements gave the room a sober and elegant.
There were all the people dear to the couple, including their fellow adventurers of the last year of high school, who were waiting for the start of the ceremony with emotion.
A sweet melody began to echo in the air, anticipating the entrance of the bride, and then saw her.
Sonja was lovely, an almost ethereal beauty, but the closer he got, the more his figure became impalpable.
"Sonja" yelled the platinum running toward the red, but with every step she seemed more distant, and then disappear into thin air enveloped by a blinding light mystical.
Be Quiet.
The faint sunlight filtering through the heavy window, and Boris slowly opened his eyes, and without looking reached out looking for his wife, but that side was empty for a year now.
"Cursed Dream" muttered the Russian with an irritated tone but also disappointed.
A year had passed since that special day, but unfortunately had not lived even a full day with his wife, who had been torn by violence.
He felt anger, but it was also extremely concerned about the mysterious disappearance.
He lived constantly with the presence of that absence, too often combined with the pain.
A suffering so intense, like a thousand pins pushed violently in the heart, combined with the weight and the sacrifice of having to educate and raise two children, and would have defended them even at the cost of his life.
"Dad!" said Jacopo holding the hand of his sister and smiled at the man.
The platinum peered two children looking at them something of his Sonja.
"When mom comes back?" asked the girl sadly as he was sucking a thumb.
He could not understand what had happened to his mom, maybe her mother was an angel? I do not even know her.
Boris nodded a small smile, and pointed to the two children to join him on the bed, and soon were on embraced the man.
"He'll be back soon."
He lied to himself, it was almost certain, and every time I uttered the words that horrible reality was becoming tougher.
She was not there with him, had disappeared leaving behind a huge vacuum, melting like snow in the sun.
Meanwhile in Providence, in a small house near the Brown four boys were arguing heatedly.
"I told you that I too have the right to watch television" cried Hilary with an angry tone, turning to her two male roommates: Takao and Ozuma.
"From Hils, last game," said the red-haired boy and blacks without turn our gaze to her friend.
"You're a freak of timing, little brother," Crystal said with an ironic tone, with the intention to hurt his brother.
Several times told him to clarify with Mariam, but every time he tried to approach the corvina he mumbled word, then finished the speech with meaningless fights and logic.
And so, for a lack of young, their period of reflection had become a final break.
After graduating she went to New York to Eveline, but without a trace, and he had moved from Hilary.
The blonde, after graduating he decided to attend Brown and reach his brother, but often cohabitation became difficult, and the presence of Kei often made the situation glowing.
"These are not things that concern you," answered Ozuma with an angry tone, partly because he was just beaten to a game.
He hated when his sister reminded him of Mariam.
He knew it was wrong and asked a pause for reflection, and then be seen with another girl after a few weeks, and when the singer had caught him in the act had simply ignored.
Hilary looked at the two boys with a look somewhere between the angry and disappointed.
Since her boyfriend had graduated had not even bothered to look for a job, or choose a course for the master.
He stood there, motionless on the couch constantly -on which seemed to have impressed his figurative to lounge around all day, and this had created some problems.
In fact, the brown felt ignored and exploited, and he did not seem to pay attention to the problems of his girlfriend, and this irritated a lot.
Several times he tried to conduct their discussions on that nagging feeling of deadlock, but Takao seemed not to understand, or perhaps pretended.
Now even she knew what to think.
With a lightning shot Crystal stole the remote control, and with an expression victorious handed it to her friend, exhibiting the object as if it were a precious trophy.
Takao looked at the two roommates with a look shocked, but had no intention of letting winning singer, and immediately tried to retrieve the object.
Hilary promptly threw the remote at Crystal, which began shortly after the news.
It was a matter of a few seconds, it seems that the world had stopped in their eyes, including for Kei who had crossed the threshold of the kitchen.
The images were repeated constantly before their eyes, and only one, unique and familiar smiling face appeared on the screen, but of course it was just a photograph.
"Finally we are aware of the name of the corpse found in California. It is Sonja Ivanova, the girl disappeared more than a year ago ...".
The group stared with a blank look, and only when Kei had thrown something on the floor with force and then disappear, all seemed to recover from that confusion.
They had hoped for a full year to find the young Russian, but at that precise moment, everything had collapsed.
Suddenly their phones began to ring in unison, and all four had received the same stupid and cruel message.
"I'm still here.
- S ".
space author:
Hello, I am a writer of fanfiction Italian public and my ff EFP also present on the site in English.
sorry for the mistakes, but speak little English.
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