Chapter Ten: Promises

I have finally made it to the double digits!!! [YAY!] So exciting, haha anyways, I hope you enjoy it. :] Things will start making more and more sense, hopefully. lol

 

Chapter Ten: Promises

 

A soft breeze swept over the moonlit beach as we walked aimlessly along it, our hands intertwined with one another. Her curly brown hair spiraled and twirled around caught in the breeze. A faint scent of vanilla intermixed with the heavy scent of salty ocean water reached my nose, and I couldn’t help but revel in how lovely the two scents combined with each other.

 

I pulled her closer to me, craving her vanilla scent, but this time with my arms around her waist and my chin resting lightly on top of her head. She giggled and allowed herself to fall into my chest, nestling her head in the crook of my shoulder like she always did. We just stood there watching the waves come up from the dark horizon and rush to the shore with a big crash only to send tiny droplets our way, but never soaking us.

 

The moon was bright and full allowing me to see her perfectly in the dead of night. The light sprays of the ocean formed little droplets on her long dark lashes that shaded her sapphire blue eyes which sparkled in the moonlight. Her hair whisked around her face as well as my own, drowning us with the smell of vanilla although I doubt she could smell it as well as I could. Her soft pink lips shimmered a little, and it took me a second to realize they were shimmering because of the lip gloss she used. That too tasted like vanilla, I would know only too well…

 

 I watched with amusement as she silently played with the ring on my hand, turning it around on my finger over and over again. After a few seconds, she stopped to brush her fingers over the stones and carvings, and then began spinning it around again.

 

“Remember when I gave this to you,” she whispered quietly still playing with the ring.

 

I kissed the back of her head, “Of course, you gave it to me for our two year anniversary.”

 

Still in the corner of my shoulder, she tilted her head up so that she could look at me. Taking advantage of her position, I began kissing her forehead and her nose, then her cheeks, slowly making my way to her lips. I was at the corner of her mouth when she reached up and gently brushed the side of my face with her hand. Her palm was soft but horribly cold against my cheek. Instinctively, I put one of my hands over hers in attempts to warm them up. She smiled gratefully, and closed her eyes.

 

“…and do you remember what I said?”

 

I kissed the tops of her eye lids and her lips once each. “You said that you loved me,” I breathed, letting my lips hover centimeters over hers, “but do you remember what I said?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Tell me, what did I say?”

 

“You said that you loved me too…”

 

“And what else Azzurra, what else did I say?”

 

Her mouth opened to speak but it was not her voice that came from her lips.

 

“You said you would never leave me!” the airy voice shrieked at me. “You said that you would stay with me forever, and now look at me!”

 

Her body had turned a sickly gray color as deep gashes and cuts began creeping their way onto her skin. Her eyes held a terror that only could be obtained if you experienced a serious life threat, like a car crash. I turned my back not able to bare the site of my love, my beautiful Azzurra, looking like that.

 

“Look at me!” the voice shrieked again. “You made me like this! It’s because of you that I’m dead! You made a promise you couldn’t keep, Amerigo. You said you loved me, but you lied.”

 

“That’s not true! I did love you and I still do!” I screamed back at the thing claiming to be Azzurra. “I’m not a liar!”

 

“Yes you are,” the voice said.

 

“No! No I’m not! I love you, I love you…”

 

“Sir, are you awake?” Alfonso’s voice rang through my ears.

 

“Sir?”

 

A firm hand grabbed my shoulder and jerked me awake. I opened my eyes quickly and saw that I was face to face with Alfonso, my mentor. Azzurra, the thing, was no longer in sight. The beach, the sounds, the smells, all of it was gone. I must’ve been dreaming, again. He looked at me with concern, his hand still firmly gripped on my shoulder.

 

“Are you okay, Master? You were yelling, so the pilot ran to get me before you took off. He didn’t know what to do…”

 

“Pilot? But--”

 

Alfonso smiled. “You fell asleep, Amerigo. You maybe seventeen but I can still carry you, of course the pilot did help with the stairs.”

 

“Oh…yea I’m fine. It was just a dream.”

 

“Just a dream eh?” Alfonso sounded skeptical, “I didn’t know people screamed while dreaming, but you were always a little different from the rest.”

 

My face flushed. Had I really been screaming? The dream was very realistic, but I actually screamed? I shuddered as I remembered the dream. My nightmares were getting more real every time, I was almost positive I could smell the ocean this time, and her hair, the vanilla scent was so distinct…

 

 “Is he okay now?” the pilot asked Alfonso from the cockpit. He also had a look of worry on his face that was very similar to Alfonso’s.

 

Alfonso chuckled. “He’s great, just a dream!” he said merrily. “It’s a good thing the Zuccherini’s decided to leave the same night, or else you would have left with Amerigo screaming his head off in the middle of the flight!”

 

The pilot laughed, pleased with the news and disappeared again.

 

Alfonso gave me one last squeeze on the arm before turning to leave. He was reaching for the door when I stopped him.

 

“Wait Alfonso! Did you say the Zuccherini’s left before us?”

 

“Yes sir, while you were sleeping. Mr. Leonardo Sr. and his wife were in town for a funeral earlier this week and are heading back home tonight. If you hadn’t been sleeping I would have allowed them to join you, and then you began yelling, so we let them take off first.”

 

“A funeral?”

 

“Yes sir, a funeral. Mr. Leonardo was in a terrible condition, very sickly looking. Poor man, it must’ve been really hard on him, losing such an important part of his life. The wife though, Theresa, didn’t seem to upset, but she could’ve easily been acting strong for her husband. I don’t blame her. He was a mess.”

 

I nodded knowing that if I spoke my voice would crack. Unknowingly, he just confirmed my biggest fear, she was dead. Leo Sr. had always been fond of his eldest daughter, so it was no shock that he would have been more upset then Theresa. She didn’t care for Azzurra as much as she did for Azzurra’s other siblings. She expected a lot from Azzurra, and as hard as Azzurra tried, she could never impress her mother.

 

“She may not be…he never said whose funeral it was…”

 

I sighed aloud at my hopeless thoughts. There was only one way to find out.

 

 

 

 

“He doesn’t like me!” I said to Kindall for about the fiftieth time since we started our math homework. “Trust me, I would know.”

 

Kindall snorted and shook her head.

 

I pursed my lips. “Did he tell you he likes me?”

 

“Well, no but--”

 

“Ababa! See, you have no proof whatsoever!” I exclaimed.

 

“Oh and like you do?”

 

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” I said smirking triumphantly. “What if I knew that they weren’t actually going to see Chris’s ‘girlfriend’, and that he was only saying he was to make a certain someone jealous.”

 

This of course was all just an assumption, but I was almost positive that that was what Chris was doing. He talked way to much for his own good, after a while it was easy to tell if he was stretching the truth or not.

 

Kindall blushed heavily and looked down at her work. I smiled and giggled with excitement.

 

“See! And his plan is working! You even told me yourself that you were jealous. He got you to think he liked me, but in all reality he likes you.”

 

If it was even possible, Kindall blushed more. Not only was her face red, but it spread all the way to her ears and down her neck. I could tell that she was buying it, for now anyways. But I knew I would have to talk to Chris and get him to finally ask her out. This whole ‘crush’ confusion was wearing me out, and it was only Monday.

 

“I’ll even talk to him for you okay? I have seventh period with him. Me and Matt will knock some sense into him.”

 

Kindall’s eyes lit up and a smile emerged onto her face. “Would you, Azzurra? You’d really do that?”

 

I laughed at her kiddish response and patted her hand. “Of course, plus busting Chris on his schemes is something I always loved doing.”

 

“Awe thanks, Azzurra! I’m sorry I ever got mad! It was really awful of me!”

 

I smiled at her and joked, “It’s okay, but if you ever do it again…”

 

“I won’t! I promise!”

Author's Note

A little note if you didn't undestand after reading it: The beginning in italics is all a dream. Once the italics stop, the dream has ended.

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-Aurelia Mirella

Reviews

[Mitji]

Man this is addicting!!!!!

[Adeline]

Yay! Kindall and Azzura didn't have a fight! Let's just hope Azzura works things out with Chris....

[An owl on the moon]

Very moving, stunning in your complexity and quite mysterious... Love how your reveal hearts so beautifully... Congrats on the double digits! Here's hope for the new year to be YOUR year... :)

[Lena M. P.]

As before I am really enjoying reading this story. You keep it flowing, the characters are wonderful and distinctive, and the plot line is developing very nicely. Can't wait to see where it all ties in.

[Anna Writes]

interesting! Amerigo thinks Azzurra is dead and he's going to find out soon! that scene in the beach is romantic but then it was all a dream. oh well, it'll be more fun next time he meets her...next, please...:)