Vincenzo's Lover

One

Cover by: CursedLove__

-Vincenzo-

"I need to find her, Dante!" I exclaimed, taking a swing of my beer again. My brother huffed, folding his arms and leaning on the doorframe. "Even if you did, it's not like she's going to jump back into your arms and kiss you," he replied bluntly, "she probably has her own life now. What if she's dating someone?"

I growled that last comment. Dante raised his hands in surrender. I glared at him for a bit before looking away. "I miss her," I admitted, sighing. "So, so much." I hated how my voice sounded, it was soft, sad.

I missed my fiancée. She was beautiful. Extremely long curly hair, flawless skin, perfect curves. She was sexy, she had kissable pink lips, a round perfect sized butt, C cup breasts, a kind smile. She had bright, hypnotising eyes. God, the woman was perfect. She was kind, sweet, clumsy and funny. She always saw the best in people, her face could brighten my entire day. All she saw was good in me when I did horrible things.

I loved her so much and I still did. I was hoping, praying she was okay. I never forgave myself for what I had done to her. What was wrong with me that day? I saw Bianca and all I wanted was her. I was suddenly attracted to her and I didn't know why.

Mia and I never had sex. She was a virgin. I loved that. I loved how innocent and sweet she was. Yes, at times she could be naive but I loved that. She wanted to wait until our wedding day, she told me it would be special. I would sometimes try and persuade her to sleep with me earlier but she never gave in. She was determined.

We were to be married in a church then have a honeymoon in Italy, my country. Mia was semi religious and sort of believed in purity for marriage. She was always so kind and wanting to reform me.

Why? Why did I hurt my precious love?

I hated myself so much.

I needed to find her, I needed to win her back. I loved her, I wasn't going to let her go.

-Mia-

I walked into the bar, sitting on one of the stools opposite my friend, Faith. She smiled at me, "hey." Faith had purple pastel dyed hair, she was beautiful with green eyes and freckles. She had been my friend for around two years and we were extremely close.

I gave her a short hug. "I'm so tired!" I complained, clicking my back. Faith scrunched her face at the noise, "I'm not surprised the way you partied last night." I rolled my eyes, giving her a playful shove. "Yeah, yeah. How's Ty?" Ty was Faith's on and off boyfriend. They constantly had fights but always made up in a bed.

She huffed at the name, "the little prick was talking to this girl all night. I practically had to drag him home!" I chuckled, shaking my head. "Then he pissed me off even more by eating my yoghurt. My yoghurt!" I honestly had no idea why they were still dating. I thought it was just for fun. They fought for the most silliest of reasons.

"Have you ordered yet?" I asked, she shook her head. I called the bartender over and asked for an orange juice for me and some alcohol for Faith. "I still don't understand why you don't drink." I replied by saying, "drinking kills you." Faith huffed, "orange juice kills fun."

"You can have fun without alcohol," I said, paying the bartender and taking a sip. Faith let out a laugh, "define fun with no alcohol." I rolled my eyes, "alright then," I started, "why do people drink so much on New Years and Christmas? Don't they want to remember how it was?" Faith laughed, shaking her head, "that's the fun part, not remembering!"

"Har, har."

"There's another party tonight!" Faith told me, squealing. "We are so going!" I shook my head, "no, no. I'm exhausted. Plus we went to one yesterday. Why do you keep dragging me?" Faith chuckled, "cause. You need to get over that ex of yours." I groaned. I didn't want to have this conversation again.