MATTEO'S POVI found her in the garden. The sun wasn't even completely up yet, and there she was, just sitting, her eyes closed as her head was tilted up to the sky. I could have sworn I saw a small smile there as a bird passed her by. She was beautiful, all bundled up in her grey cotton sweater. I could tell this moment was probably one of the things that kept her going. Her serenity. I remained there for a couple more minutes, just watching her, until the sun sat right in the sky, it's rays chasing off what was left of the early morning shadows. I took a couple of steps towards her direction, making my presence known. “Good morning,” I said, finally.She turned towards my voice so fast, her hair slid over her shoulder, cascading down her back. I could see the relief that washed over her features for a second before it was replaced with a slight scowl. “Oh, it's you. You sound better,” she said. “Less… tired.”I let out a small smile. “Coffee is a miracle, and sleep.”“Sleep,” she e
Gabriella's povIt's been days since I gifted Matteo the music box, days since I hid the mini recorder in there, and days since I got nothing tangible. Most of what he talked about was work. The actual work he had mentioned in the beginning, selling cars and other things. A part of me was slightly relieved at the fact that just maybe he wasn't a bad guy, but I knew he was. I knew he was trouble. A trouble I found myself slightly interested in, and I hated that was actually the case. “I need to see him." I said to Romero after my dinner one night.He didn't stop me, instead he just sighed. “Give me a moment." I heard him say something quietly over the phone. "Okay.”"So?”"He's busy and can't see anyone.”"What?” I said, my tone pitched slightly in surprise. "Did you tell him that it was important? That I really needed to see him?”"I'm sorry, Gabriella. He was very strict about not seeing anybody.”“Is–Is something wrong?” I asked, suddenly concerned. Romero’s tone hinted at somethin
Matteo's pov As much as I wanted to hear what Gabriella wanted to say, I didn't want her to be here. After our last argument, I decided it was best I stayed away. Both for my good and for hers. I couldn't afford those feelings I felt when I was around her. They did more harm than good. They were dangerous. "I got you this." She said and pulled up a little box from her bag.I eyed it suspiciously. "What is it?" "A music box. I went out the other day and got some. They have the most beautiful tunes. They're calming, you might need them.""Why?" I said as I took it from her hands. "Because of how much wrong I do?""I never thought of it that way, and if it is so much of an offence to you, perhaps you should just return it back. I apologize for being thoughtful. I almost forgot that you might lack a heart."I smiled at that and opened the box, letting the tune play out while what looked like a miniature cat twirled around on some rug. "It's…nice." I said and closed it back. "Thank you
Gabriella's pov"Today, I want to go to a phone store to get a phone." I said to the guards when I finished my breakfast. "I'm going to have to check in with Matteo." Romero replied."There's no need to check anything with Matteo. Last time we talked, he said I could get anything I wanted, a phone included." "He agreed." I heard his chair push back. "Would you like to leave now?" "I said you didn't have to ask him." I gritted through my teeth. Truth to be told, I was surprised that Matteo had agreed. After our last argument, I wasn't sure he wanted me to do anything but stay cooped up in this place. "Everything has to pass through with Matteo. I'm sorry, it's just orders."I gave him a face as I got up to my feet. "It's my life, not his."I lengthened my cane, and headed outside to where the car was waiting. On the way there, I kept picking at the skin in my palm. Will I be able to pull this off?Especially with the way Romero watched me like a hawk? "We're here." He said, jolt
Matteo's pov "What do you really do?" Gabriella asked. We were sitted in the garden, just enjoying the evening. I never would have thought that in all my years, I would sit down in a garden and relax, especially with someone like Gabriella. "I've told you not to ask me about this." I said, keeping my tone even."But I am asking, because I want to know." she insisted, lifting her chin stubbornly. "You want me to trust you, but how can I when I don't even know who you are?""You do know who I am. I'm Matteo." I replied, my tone light. "I have told you some things about myself." "Specific things that can't even hint at the kind of man you really are. I can't trust you, if you don't even trust me enough to be honest with me.""Gabriella," I said, and reached for her hand, but she must have sensed that because she flinched away immediately."I don't trust you." she repeated quietly. I set my cup down careful, ignoring the sting that came with her words, and actions."Gabriella, I've n
Gabriella's pov Matteo kept to his promises about me being able to leave the house, and I was ecstatic about it. Even though I couldn't see the places I visited, I could feel them like he said I would. The scents, music, people, the heat, I could feel it all, and it felt entirely different . It was like I was in my own world, a world that I created, deciding which colours I wanted my sky, and the appearance of people around me. I let down the car window, and let the warmth of the sun kiss my face. It didn't feel like screened rays from the sunroom of the house, or the filtered breeze from the open windows, but real warmth. The kind that made you soul lift your soul just a little.I didn't say anything as he car pulled up to a quiet street. I didn't need to. One of the guards opened the door, and I stepped outside, cane in hand, shoes crunching over the pavements. Matteo had insisted I get a cane to assist me in walking, without totally relying on anyone. I took in a deep breath, in