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[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 But that was love, and it's an ache I still remember 🎶

When Giorgio awoke Katherine was in his arms. He wasn’t sure how much he had truly slept, tossing in stress and uncertainty over what he had done. After years of searching he had found her; and now, she was on her way there, under some pretense of business that he had concocted. He had no idea what she might be like now, or what she still felt for him, if anything at all. But if he could go back to sleep he wouldn’t have to think about it just yet.

Just keep your eyes closed. Focus on the girl in your arms. Relax. You have a few hours. But as the sun grew brighter and he more restless, she began to stir, coming closer to him and making him even more painfully aware of who she wasn’t.

Her eyes fluttered open and she moved on top of him, sending waves of anxiety through every inch of his body. Just let go, don’t think about it. Don’t think about her.

As she pushed him back onto the bed, his anxiety was replaced with a sickening sense of guilt. Deep, nagging guilt that she could hear the thoughts in his mind. Thick curls falling over her bare shoulders. Black nails raking down his back. Eyes the color of olives, a color that no one else seemed to have, no matter how hard he looked.

Just close your eyes, Gio. Close your eyes and it will be fine. But it was no use, he couldn’t shut out her image. God, why had he let Katherine stay there that night? Or the night before that? Why had he let her get involved with him at all? Scum, heartless scum. Just like they whispered behind his back.

Katherine ran a finger down his chest, whispering unheard words in his ear. Hair as black as night in the moonlight, laughing as she danced naked under the stars. The more she touched him the clearer the image became. It was driving him mad, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t close his eyes.

“Katherine, stop, I can't…”

He moved her hands off of him with more finality than he intended to. She returned his guilty look with an expression of bewildered hurt; but what was he to tell her, that he couldn’t get the image of a girl he hadn’t seen in over six years out of his mind? It was pathetic. Maddening. So instead he rose without a word and headed for the stairs.

Downstairs he rummaged through drawers until he found what he was after. Damn cigarettes. It felt like years since he’d smoked, but he was nervous, too nervous to stop the shaking in his hands without a lungful of smoke.

Out on the balcony his breathing calmed with every inhale, until he could feel Katherine’s presence behind him. She waited for him to turn, or just to acknowledge her presence in any way; but he stared forward like a statue, his body gone rigid by the sheer amount of dread gripping him. He heard a frustrated sigh before she turned around and began stomping through the apartment looking for her clothes. His exhale held a palpable note of relief as he softened his gaze to look out into the distance.

Only a few more hours. She’ll be here soon. Stay calm.

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