60. Dante

I sip my whiskey, standing behind the bar while the staff works. Every few seconds they throw me weird looks and I'm pretending not to see them because if I do, I'll go to my office where memories of her will assault me. She's everywhere and nowhere. I've spent two hours reliving the time we spent there. There isn't an inch in that office I haven't fucked her on. If I knew this is how it'll be, that I wouldn't be able to function without her, fuck, I'd still do it. Even if I lived my entire and traveled back to the past, I'd still walk into that church and kill Romeo so I can marry her. Somehow, his greed made it possible for me to be with her. If he hadn't asked for her hand in marriage, we'd probably end up as enemies after I killed her father. She would have never given me the time of day. But I'd still try to pursue her.

In another universe, there's a version of me that doesn't know how Emiliana tastes. Or the sounds she makes when she comes. Or how it feels to hold her in my arms