She stares at her phone for a minute, ignoring the tempting kisses that the other woman is giving her. Her heart rapidly drums against her ribs, leaving a trail of warmth gently lapping at her skin. A grin halfheartedly forms on her pallid face, leaving behind any sort of sorrow that had bred in her system. Hearing a distinct noise emanate from the room, she spins around, hair whipping into the face of the other woman.

"What's going on?" The woman spoke in a molasses- thick Italian accent.

"My daughter wants to come and live with me," Arizona replies, barely containing her overwhelming joy. Pressing her creamy hands to her forehead, she lets out a vibrant, throaty laugh, filling the room with exquisite noise. Once her breathing goes back to its typical rhythm, she turns on her side to gaze into the eyes of the Italian womanizer.

"Does this mean your ex-wife is returning?" The woman inquires, eyebrows raising inch by inch.

Blood turns to ice. The blonde lets out a ragged breath, coughing rapidly, covering the coughs up with nervous laughter. She feels the eyes of her possible girlfriend on her, but she chooses to ignore the stony stare.

"I don't believe so. Why would she have any reason to come back? She can still see her daughter when she wants and be with the love of her life. I have no emotional ties with her anymore beyond our flesh and blood; however, I would not be surprised if there was some tension. Although this is a difficult situation, I want you to be aware that you do not have to stress over this scenario."

DeLuca's sister sits straight up, posture ramrod straight, eyes lightning bolts. "You think that this is something I shouldn't concern myself with? You honestly believe that your ex-wife coming back into your life will not have an effect on this relationship? Life is too difficult to deal with this much hurricane."

Arizona purses her lips, thoughts running rapidly through her mind; what could she do about such an eminent issue?

"You think you understand what is going on, but you don't. You think you understand how I'm feeling, yet you don't. You think you have won this battle, but believe me, you won't. Did you not listen to me earlier? She is my EX- WIFE. We are no longer a part of each other's lives, we knew that when we signed the divorce papers, and she knew it when she filed for divorce. You may not believe my statements, but you will eventually find out that I am right. I care about you now, not her. Don't stress over what won't happen. Okay?"

Her potential girlfriend sighs and lays on her side, eyes fluttering shut as she contemplates what she has heard.

Next Morning.

The wind is chilly as it blows in her face, but she barely notices her limbs becoming numb. All she can comprehend is the inevitable end to what she had thought was a functioning relationship, and now, she doesn't even know how to breathe without it stabbing her in the lungs. Sometimes she wonders why she even tries, but at the same time she knows exactly what the point is. Those curious, dark eyes the color of dark chocolate always manage to pull her apart, and there is nothing on the Earth that can stop it. No matter how fast she runs, she always faces her twisted past, leaving her breathless. There is only way to get out, only one way.