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Alone, seeking an end that your heart does not understand. Dragged, looking for a happy memory. Desperate, looking for a reason to continue. it was short, it was little, but it was the most intense of loves.
When I get home, I lock myself in the worst depressive state that anyone could endure. Crying for him, for my parents, for the cruelty of life. I fall asleep embraced with longing and I have the company of silence and solitude.
When morning comes, I decide that I will not let him take anything from me, not even a needle. I call my lawyer and arrange to be in his office in half an hour. He looks moved and concerned about my state.
-I'm sorry - he says hugging me. I think I found a friend.
- I want you to be sincere and tell me the real situation - I ask
-this psychological assessment can get worse, because it is visible that you are emotionally affected.
- This is today. I'll be better tomorrow
- We have to think about everything and maybe even appeal, Ellen, as your uncle did.
- Do you have any idea what it is?
-Yes I do. They claim a very high emotional instability, including an inability to maintain in long-term relationships. If you manage, even if it is a lie, someone important who accepts to be your fiancé for a while, who confirmed this union a few months ago, I think it would be a burden in your favor.
I keep watching hearing his words and I see that, in addition to helping me, it will be a revenge to Giacomo. Today all I want to do is hurt him.
-If you have someone already in mind, resolve this and present it to people as urgently as possible.
-Go to parties that your uncle attends and show him. We are going to start a battle. You have to be prepared.
- I'll start today, Lucas. I will call someone. Tonight there will be a dinner in honor of my parents, prepared by Chris ... How ironic! I will be there, with my fiance.
- Great. Not only that, you must continue fighting in the company. We need a report that proves the best in investments. We will say that the drop occurred, at the beginning, because of a period of vehicle adaptation that has already been overcome. Also avoid spending money. We cannot take the risk of having your accounts tracked. Buy what you need, at least for now. The chance will be greater if you stick to it.
- Got it. I will do what you asked.
I leave there lost in thought. I'm going to Pompeo, go into my office and make a call.
- Hello, Leon?
-Ellen
- what a pleasant surprise. You disappeared, you didn't answer me anymore. I was waiting for you in my apartment and you gave me cake.
- I was busy. I am facing a lawsuit, Leon, my uncle wants to take the company and the inheritance left by my parents.
- My God, how terrible - he comments worried.
-I need a favor, Leon, and I want you to feel comfortable denying it.
-You're scaring me. You can say it.
-They are claiming that I am emotionally unstable. My lawyer thinks that if I have a fiance, someone of respect, it could help me - I breathe, summoning up the courage to ask for something so important.
-Where do I enter? he asks, taking advantage of my silence.
-I want you to be my fiance. -Dark laughter on the other side.
- I knew you were direct, but I didn't imagine that much. Are you asking me to marry you?
-No Leon, I'm asking a favor and giving both of us a chance. I'm not promising anything, kiss, sex. It will be a simple agreement. In the meantime, we can get to know each other better.
-let myself see if I understood. We got engaged, but we didn't even exchange a kiss? - he asks confused.
-Yes. I'm not in a position to get involved with anyone yet. I lost my parents a short time ago and now I am facing legal problems. If you are really interested in me, it will be the only chance you will have.
- I accept.
-You accept? I am not satisfied. I didn't think it was that easy.
-I accept, it is worth the wait. You impressed me like no other woman.
-Do you accept all conditions?
-I accept, but I already notice that I will invest in the attempts, in the hope that they give in soon.
- we say that we have been together for several months, but that we did not tell anybody because of my grief. Let's start today, Leon, we have a dinner to go. We just got some details right about how we met and about dinner.
When I hang up, I wonder what I'm getting into and that I'm messing with fire. The problem is that I'm already so burned, I doubt it will get any worse.
I work all day trying to forget about Giacomo. Memories hurt and homesickness consumes me.
When Leon comes to pick me up, he already tries to kiss me on the mouth, but I disengage and censor him.
- Take it easy, Leon.
- With you dressed to kill like that, impossible.
When we get into the car, he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a black box.
-I bought rings. Grooms need rings- he says this by placing one on my finger and the other on his.
During the journey, he tenderly starts talking about it, except that my mood is not better and my thoughts are far away, in someone who doesn't leave my mind. I wonder where he is, if he is with another woman in bed, and I need to change my focus so I don't cry in front of him.
The party is set in the lions 'den, at Chris' house, which seems crowded.
- Shall we hold hands, madame? - Leon asks smiling.
-Let's go. He takes my hand and pulls me closer, and the contact bothers me. Even with everything that Giacomo did, I feel like I'm cheating on him. I push the thought away and we enter.
The party takes place in the garden of the house and I don't know who is most shocked when we enter: my uncle, Giacomo or me, for noticing his presence.
What's he doing here? Beautiful as always, it seems to attract the attention of several women. I stop and try to step back. Leon, realizing my indecision, pulls me up and hugs me, leaving a kiss in my hair.
-Don't be scared your uncle will suspect.
-I won't make it, Leon, I won't - I despair.
-Don't be beaten by it, Ellen.
He doesn't know the real reason for my insecurity. I have just shown to the person I loved the most in this world that I am with another. I knew there was no going back, but the scene reinforces that it is definitive. His eyes stare at me for an explanation. A mixture of hatred, sadness and doubt is stamped on his face.
We get closer. I need to say hello to Uncle Chris, after all, he is the target of this lie.
-You came, my dear niece,- he says cynically, trying to impress those nearby.
-I would not stop coming, after all I am the only one here who misses my parents.
-Really. They say that those who are absent during the experience are the ones who most miss the loss. - He pretends not to be shaken by my comment.
-Actually, she misses them a lot, because she has a lot of love inside that heart, right? After all, let me introduce myself. I'm Leon, your niece's fiance.
I hear something crashing on the floor: the cup that Giacomo was holding.
-Since when do you have a fiancée, Ellen? - Uncle Chris asks.
- A few months ago, uncle.
- Celebrating the mourning, Ellen? - Giacomo asks without controlling his anger.
-Actually, looking for support in someone who doesn't stab me in the back.
-Support of several men is always welcome. Congratulations, Leon, one more for you to expose your intimacy at a bar table. Do you want to tell us now?
-What is it, Giacomo? You look angry today, friend. - Leon intervenes, laughing, thinking that Giacomo is joking.
-Rage is a feeling of weakness, I was just curious. Ellen seems to me to have a lot of experience with men, and you, a catcher as you are, must have made a good catch.
- You don't know me to disrespect me like that, Mr. Giacomo! - my blood boils and I feel like killing him.
-I don't really know you. They say you're an impulsive woman, that you have two faces maybe. -His eyes are furious, I feel mine fill with tears just to remember that yesterday they looked at me with such love.
- Excuse me. Uncle Chris, I need go to the bathroom - I ask and leave for the house. If I stayed another minute there, I would cry in front of everyone.
I enter the house, which is empty. I stop in the living room and let the tears fall. I feel someone approach me I turn.
-Impulsive, right, baby? Have you changed me or were you cheating on me?
- It doesn't interest you, I don't owe you the satisfaction of my life - I say angrily.
-Ah, you must, you were with me until yesterday, or is it amnesia too?
- I was with you, you were the one who was not with me. Giacomo, really, I was a hobby and a working tool for you. -I put my palm on my face, drying my tears.
- what the hell! - He says, turning around, trying to hide his emotions.
- You can not understand. We were silent for a few minutes. I decide to follow my course and head to the bathroom. He takes my arm.
-Look at me, Ellen - he asks pleadingly. I turn around and get in touch with his eyes. - Look at me and tell the truth. Do you love Me?
I fight my feelings and everything I'm living. I don't know what to answer, after all, he's my Uncle's lawyer.
-No - I admit, because I could not bear to lie to him about it. He releases me and puts his hands over his face.
-So why can't you forgive me? Why are you parading around with this bastard, letting him touch you, touch your skin where my hands already had? he asks, looking at me through his fingers.
-There are things that can't be fixed. How can I forgive you for defending the person I hate most and going against me in that court? You don't love me to hurt my feelings like that.
- It's not true, I love you more than anything. Without you my life is meaningless. I have no reason to get out of bed in the morning, Ellen. You know this is not true. Look in my eyes and you will see my love, my despair, you will see that there is only you inside.
His eyes are red and I see my reflection in them, mixed with pain, it's more than I can bear. So I hug him and break into sobs and tears.
-Why did you have to do this? Why?
- Because I'm an idiot - he replies while hugging me. I feel his tears running down my shoulder. -A fool who loves you more than life itself. You are my air, you are my everything, you are my woman.
He takes me by surprise and kisses me. His lips stick to mine and when I realize I'm responding to the kiss and wishing it doesn't end. My legs weaken and he supports me on his body. Our tongues intertwine in perfect harmony. Slowly, one of his hands runs over my body and the other holds my face.
However, the memories come as a torment and I push them away.
- You can't. Love is not always enough. I loved my parents and they left without asking for permission. I love you, only I can't forgive you, and now there are other things at stake that you can't understand. -He hides his head frantically and runs his hands through his hair.
-You are being cruel, Ellen. If you're going to leave here and go back there with Leon, I won't forgive you, understand? You will lose me forever. I'm here begging for your love and going over a lot of things, betrayals, even lies on your part. I don't know why you say that, but I will decide not to question it so as not to make things worse.
- I was not born loving you and I will forget you. You will not be part of any memory of me.
-But if you get to forgive me, I will do the impossible to prove that I deserve your love every day.
- You already proved that you don't deserve it, Giacomo. you missed your chance, -I say, being really cruel. - You put what was your priority in that court and made your judgment. I was found guilty. Now I will put what is a priority in my life too, And if I need to give up things that I love, I will, after all that is the price that the guilty have to pay when they are convicted.
My chest seems to tear in the middle. What choice do I have? Drop everything, lose the chance to recover what my father struggled to build and go after someone who abandoned me at the first opportunity?
- That's right. I will respect your choice. You felt judged and condemned. I feel condemned and punished, with no chance of judgment. We will follow our paths and each one will pay whatever life wants. I hope your sentence is not so heavy, Ellen, since you made the wrong choice. - He turns, but as he approaches the door, he looks at me again and completes: I am no longer your uncle's lawyer, if that information matters now. When I had a choice, I chose. I chose you, but you didn't want me.
He leaves me inconsolable, sitting on the sofa in the living room, with the certainty that I will never recover the pieces and with the feeling that I have made the worst choice of my life!
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