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My eyes slowly flutter open.
Black. All I see is black.
I blink. I blink. I blink.
I see. It's not black anymore. It's blurry.
I saw him. I saw him. I know that I saw him.
I slowly lift my head off of the soft surface underneath me.
"Isabella, you have to lie down."
I freeze. Maybe I hit my head so hard that I'm hallucinating.
"Please lie down, Fiore."
I can't breathe. I can't freaking breathe because I know that voice. I love that voice. I lost that voice.
I cower back on whatever surface I'm laying on, quickly moving away from the voice. My back hits the wall and with that I drop my head into my hands. Tears pour down my face like a desperate pleading.
Please stop. Stop going crazy.
"Isabella." I'm hearing it again. I'm hearing it again.
"I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy." I whisper those sacred words under my breath.
"Baby, please."
No. No. No. No. Oh god, I'm going cr-
Hands land on mine. They pull my hands away from their tight grasp on my face.
My eyes meet his. My eyes meet his. My eyes meet his.
I freeze. Time freezes. I'm pretty sure the whole freaking world freezes.
Gorgeous, familiar, lovely green eyes stare longingly into mine. They blink. They open and look back at me. They're here.
My eyes are wide. My lips are trembling. My breathing is uneven. My shaky hands rise up hesitantly.
It's not real, Isabella. He's gone. He's gone. Don't be crazy.
But when my fingers graze his cheek, his burning skin, my body comes alive. With his touch my soul awakens, my heart beats like it's beating for the first time, my lungs fill with air as if I have been drowning this entire time.
"Gio?" A guttural cry leaves my lips.
His hands come up and cover mine, keeping them on his cheeks. His eyes light up. A small smile forms on his face as he says, "Yes, baby. Yes, fiore."
Oh my god. Oh my god.
"No- but- no becau- no-" The gate to the dam in my eyes open and the kept back tears flood down my cheek.
He crouches down in front of me. His hair has grown out. His dark brown wavy hair flows down his face. Stubbles have grown on his chiseled jaw. His eyes are sad. So incredibly sad it breaks my heart.
