Chapter Fourteen: Zantedeschias for Miss ZuccheriniA Chapter by -Aurelia Mirella Enjoy! And PLEASE, if the font is too dificult to read, TELL ME. I won't be offended at all. :]
Chapter Fourteen: Zantedeschias for Miss Zuccherini My Azzurra, Before you go and throw this away, please just read it first. All I ask is that you let me explain my side of the story. Whether you talk to me after reading this or not, is up to you. Now comes the hard part…where should I begin? It has been exactly two years, one month, and thirteen days since I last saw your beautiful face. You have no idea how wonderful it is to see you again. It’s been so long-too long, so I guess the only reasonable thing is to start from the beginning… Two years, one month, and thirteen days ago, I did not leave you…I was forced to leave you. My parents thought I was getting out of control. My first strike was when I was kicked out of public school. You know the story. Got myself into too many fights because the less fortunate boys couldn’t control their anger, remember? I told you the stories the first day we met, so I won’t waste my time writing them down since I’m sure you still remember them. Strike two was the motorcycle. You were there with me when my mom and dad saw it for the first time, and you saw their reactions. My mom had a fit and my dad…let’s just say that I still have a mark. Then came along strike three, and that my dear, was you. Now don’t get me wrong, my parents love you, Azzy. Their kindness and affection was never false pretense. In all actuality, they were hoping that you would change me, but we both knew that that was out of the question for I didn’t want to be changed, and if I remember correctly, you had fallen in love with the way I was already. Hence the problem, we were in love. You see dear, when you and I were in love, and I still am in love with you to this day, we hadn’t a care in the world because we had each other. We were young, you being only thirteen soon to be fourteen and I was still fourteen at the time, my 15th birthday was still a few months away. Well my parents thought I was being foolish, saying that I loved you and never wanted to be with another girl again. They thought that I was slowly becoming obsessed, which in a way, they were right. I never stopped thinking about you; you were my heart, my soul, my life. They told me that I wasn’t healthy, that a fourteen year-old boy shouldn’t be in love, but worrying about his studies and his future instead. At once I knew what they were trying to do. My father wanted me to become his heir, the next owner of Stellano Corp., but of course I refused. I didn’t want to be his heir. I didn’t want to be gone from my family for weeks at a time because of business meetings. I watched what that pressure did to my father and the pain that it caused my mother when he was away. I didn’t want to live like him. I didn’t want to go through that…I didn’t want you to go through that. So, I refused over and over again, telling them that I didn’t want to work for my father and that I wanted to become an engineer. I wanted to be someone that actually did the work and earned what I got, instead of paying other people to do it for me with my great-grandfather’s money which he earned. After a year of trying to persuade me to change my mind, my parents gave up and decided that they had to send me away to a place far from Two years, one month, and eleven days later, I get a call from my sister, and she told me the worst thing that has ever reached my ears since my parents told me that they were sending me away. She told me you were dead. Now I won’t go into detail because not only do I have a plane to catch in less than a half an hour but I feel as if I’m not the one who should tell you. Sabrina, I believe, is the only person that I think should tell you, and I made her swear that she would. I’ve also asked her to fill you in with the updates on Christopher which again, I would have told you what I did to him myself but you are still asleep and I still have a plane to catch… I really hope you took the time to read this, Azzurra, even if you don’t love me anymore. And if there is any chance that I could see you again when you’re not passed out or busy, please, call me. I’ll be visiting Love, Mer P.S. - I hope you like the Zantedeschias. I remembered that they were your favorite, especially the light blue and black ones. © 2009 -Aurelia MirellaAuthor's Note
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-Aurelia MirellaVenice, ItalyAboutMi chiamo Aurelia! I live in Venice, Italy, and speak both Italian and English fluently. Writing has been added to the tiny list of addictions I have. Sports, mainly soccer, and art are two others.. more..Writing
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