CAILY GALILEO
TORTURE. HELL. HELLISH TORTURE.
I was on my bed in my apartment but I was certain that I was more in hell than I was in my apartment. I could barely breathe. I felt like I was being suffocated without his presence around me.
I needed him. I hated this place. No, I didn’t hate my apartment, I didn’t hate being in here. I just hated the absence of him.
If… If only he would walk into this place right now, then he would make it a lot more better.
I needed Pietro. I needed him as much as I needed air in my lungs right now. Every second since he had left me in the room after I had said those harsh words to him had been complete torture to my being.
I wanted to see Pietro. I wanted to tell him I meant none of the stupid words I had said earlier. I had no clue what he would be doing right now. In rage over my words? Or just calm, giving up on loving me?
I hated the former but I hated the latter even more.
“You are a bad person.” I sobbed out, reaching a hand to my neck as I let a few tears roll down.
Nothing matched for Pietro and I. No matter how I looked at it, our futures didn’t look like they could coexist.
Future… Futures… I was being so lost in the future that I didn’t think about the present.
I should care about now. My care should be in the present and right now, in this present of mine, only one thing mattered.
Loving Pietro.
Only one person truly mattered.
Pietro Giacometti.
The present or the future.
A logical choice would be the future but logicality seemed far away from me in this moment. The future would take care of itself. It definitely would.
I should concern myself with the present for now. Not the past of my father’s death and not the future of our incompatibility.
Just the present. Nothing more.
“Fuck! I hate you, Pietro!” I cursed out the insincere words, throwing myself off my bed.
I was stupid to even think that I could actually just move on with my life after leaving him.
With a hammering chest and a totally jumbled up brain, I grabbed the door of my room and pulled it open. I rushed out of my apartment, steps quick and eventually just running.
I needed air. I needed Pietro. It was the air around him that I needed to breathe.
Was this how he felt all these years? Was this how great his need to have me around him was? How in the world could he cope with this much wanting, this much longing?
I stopped running in front of my apartment, panting heavily and out of breath. It was drizzling and there was no taxi in sight.
I gritted my teeth, realising I had not even brought my phone out of my apartment. I stomped my feet on the floor, frustrated. I could go back into my apartment right now but would I have the same courage to run back out after going in?
Suddenly a man walked towards me, an umbrella in hand. He was a little familiar and I knew I had seen him around Pietro a few times.
“You are out. Shall I take you back home now?” He asked and I felt another tear roll down my cheek.
He knew I was going to go back. That perfect bastard knew I was going to come running into his arms, he knew I could no longer do without him.
It made me want to turn back and prove him wrong but it also made me want to run into his arms because how in the world could he figure me out so damn well?!
“Y-yes. Take me back.” I stuttered the words out and he lowered the umbrella to shield me from the rain.
My steps were quick as I hurried towards the car. The door was pulled open for me and I slipped into the backseat of the car hastily.
*
I pushed open the car door myself and ran out in the rain with all caution thrown off in the wind. I could not care about the cold rain as he was standing there, just right in front of the main entrance into his home.
His home?
His face turned stern and he had a scolding look on his face as he saw me running towards him in the rain.
“Peaches” he grinded out and started walking towards me in the rain with quick, sturdy steps.
I threw myself into his arms, and wrapped them around him.
“Pietro.” I sobbed his name out the very next second, holding him so close to me.
“I… I am sorry” I whimpered in the cold, pouring rain which seemed to now rage even more but there was no reaction or response from him.
I slowly pulled back from the hug. His eyes were on me, though. Just like they have always been. He was still looking at me like I was his stars. I was.
“You… You are still mad at me, right? I… I came back” I reached my hands to his shoulders and ran my fingers over his broad shoulders, my eyes wandering his face.
“I came back, Pietro after realising how wrong I was…” I reached for his collars and pulled him lower and closer to me while standing on my tiptoes.
“I was wrong. Absolutely wrong.”
“About what?” His voice was hoarse as his warm breathing caressed my face.
Just his voice and I felt like I could truly live now.
“Be specific, Peaches. What exactly were you wrong about?” His voice sounded like so delicious that I could not stand it anymore.
His face was close to mine, so close that I couldn’t help it. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him, pouring out all my need for him into that one kiss.
I captured his lips in mine, right there outside his mansion in the fucking rain. My body pressed closer to his for warmth and then, there it came, that low, sexy as fuck groan from his throat.
It rippled through him as he grabbed the back of my head and deepened the kiss instantly. His mouth took control of mine as his lips sucked on mine harshly a few times before he bit down on my lips, coaxing me to open up more to his tongue.
My hands wrapped around his neck, my body pressing even more into his as his tongue lashed out at mine. His other hand was quick, roaming all over my body as if he wanted to have me all at the same time.
We were kissing like crazy and I was completely out of breathe but I preferred this type of breathlessness. I loved it a lot more.
A moan left me as he ran his tongue skillfully over my lips before pushing it back into my mouth, meeting with my tongue.
And then he broke the kiss, yanking my head back with his grip of my hair. The yanking was both gentle and firm and his eyes, there were hungry but this time, the hunger in them didn’t scare me.
I loved it. I loved his hunger for me.
“I love you, Caily…” He let out in a raspy voice of need.
“I… ” I studied his eyes as I delayed my confession.
Eyes eager, waiting and very much impatient as well.
“I love you, Pietro Giacometti.” I dropped the words and it seemed like Pietro froze.
I had said the words. To him.
His grip on my hair turned loose and his other hand on my waist turned loose also.
“Again.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he demanded I say it again. Low, quiet, deep and yet full of strong emotions I was scared to describe.
“I…” I took in a deep breath.
“I love you, Pietro and I just can’t help it. I love you like you are suddenly a drug I must be on. I… I love you and all that shit about normality? No, I love you this way, Pietro. You, the twisted you. I…” I drew in a shaky breath under the raw intensity of those eyes.
“I love the way you love me. And I love… I love you, Pietro Giacometti. So much that I couldn’t breathe without you. I… I am yours, Pietro. Body, soul, heart. I belong to you.”