Gine Novels & Stories

But as she slowly entered that door, to see her mother linked to the several tubes, she was so easy to break into tears. She knew life was bound to completely drift from her mother's eyes but as much as she had prepared for that day, she still showed up, seemingly unready. Her mother, Gina, was a woman, so hard to resist, with a heart so wide, wide enough that she believed in the redemption of her husband. Michael. They both did. He showed up soon after, with red eyes and a pungent stench of cigarette smoke as he staggered to her bed side. Gina suffered from a terminal breast cancer that was bound to take her life, but they believed they had hope. They believed they had alot of things. Time.

“Ah, what happened here?” Ginevra stood in the doorway, perfectly composed, her gaze slipping from Elena’s injured foot to the ointment in my hand. For a heartbeat, her expression softened—what looked like a sincere apology painted across her features. “Oh, poor thing,” she cooed, moving toward Elena. “That must have been Matilde. Such a clumsy girl, though she means no harm. I’m certain it was an accident.”

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.