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5. Tabitha

Author: Violet Smart
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-07-03 23:57:52

Tabitha:

“The pancakes..” I muttered and Enzo took a step backward and for a moment his face had the most embarrassed look and he was almost red but in a flash, it was gone and he was back in front of the stove. Flipping the pancakes and setting them on the plate.

The fuck just happened? Did I just think of kissing him? That was a little too intimate for my high libido body to handle.

The rest of breakfast was awkward and silent at the same time. Maybe if we had kissed it would be awkward? It would have been worse.

“What would you be doing this evening?” Enzo suddenly asked as he cleared the table, he’d refused me doing anything.

I ransacked my head for an answer.

“Probably rearranging my room, the movers didn’t do an exact great job.” I expressed and he nodded.

“I’ll have some else do it, I want to show you something .” I didn’t want to say no, I’d be bored to death. I had no friends here, the only friend I had was only available through FaceTime calls and maybe some fresh air here will do.

“Sure.”

It was late afternoon, the sun was slowly going into hiding and I was in the car with Enzo, the seat belt clutched in my sweaty palms and pressing against my chest.

I didn’t know where he was taking me to, he’d said it would be a surprise but as the route got more familiar and we got closer, a feeling of dread filled my heart.

My toes squeezed and I almost died of anxiety.

We finally arrived and Enzo packed the car, got down from it and while I hesitated to come down, he made a turn and pulled open the door for me.

I didn’t want to come out, I didn’t want to be here.

He’d noticed my hesitation and he’d lowered himself to my level as I sat and he reached for the seat belt, his hand brushed against my waist which was covered by the short denim gown I wore.

“Let’s go?” I nodded negatively, my mind reeling.

“Yes, Tabby.” He stretched out his hands, his eyes glistening with what looked like care, or maybe hope.

Hope that I will overcome my fear.

I took his outstretched hand and he gently pulled me out of the car, his hand wrapped firmly around my small hands as he led me into my parent’s grave yard.

He’d made sure to give my parents a private cemetery, and it was quiet and peaceful, and for a moment I wished my life was as quiet as this place. This place where my whole heart laid.

As we walked, the cleaner stood by the corner with a bouquet of tulips and roses, my parents favorite’s flowers.

I hadn’t been here since the day they were buried, I knew I was running away but for how long could I run.

Enzo grabbed the flowers muttering a thank you and we walked further where they were laid.

“God..” I could already feel the tears breaking out of my eyes, my body felt cold and hot at the same time and my head felt really clouded.

Enzo placed the flowers on the feet of their grave stone and he took a match out of his pocket and then lit the candles.

“Agnes and Cole, told you I would bring her back

Someday.” He had a small yet heavy smile on his lips like he was trying so hard to smile.

We’d both lost them but he had lost his best friend’s and I had lost my parents.

“Here she is.” The tears I had tried so hard to hold fell from my eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” My voice had cracked.

“I’m so sorry.” Enzo’s hand slipped by my back rubbing me gently.

“It’s okay. T”

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