ACCIDENT
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CHAPTER 31: ACCIDENT
Italia was marching outside of the restaurant that Gustav brought her with. She was mad. How can he be so insensitive with her feelings? When she thought that he cares and wanted to fix what was between them, then this happened.
Just one woman who can ruining their night, and he was acting indifferently towards her.
“This sucks.” She chuckled bitterly.
She did not mind the looks that some passer-by’s are throwing at her direction. They are looking at her as if she had grown two heads.
What? Is it their first time to see a beautiful girl clad on a luxurious dress and wondering whether her date ditched her? Tch.
She isn’t the one being ditched, but it was her, who ditch him. Italia lost care whether Gustav was running after her or not. Recalling what that woman said, and she was certainly losing it.
“I can say that it is more than the friendship you think, young lady.”
The nerve of her to say that to Italia! Doesn’t she realize that she was speaking to his wife? It took an amount of self control not to blurted it aloud, or there would be another rumours again. The media would tailed her nonstop and that isn’t what she wanted.
She wouldn’t exchange her piece for something like that anyway. After all, she doesn’t really like the attention.
“Italia!” Gustav’s voice ring from afar, but not closer.
She rolled her eyes.
“Great, and now he’s following me.”
She quickened her pace.
“Italia! Stop right there—”
“—Or else what?” She didn’t know where her courage are coming from, but she likes it.
“I just wanted us to talk.” Gustav calmly said.
“Then why don’t you go back there and instead talk to that Monica.” Italia was sarcastic. “Aren’t you two friends? Then go, and f*****g leave me alone, because it seems like being there? I was just a nuisance.”
“Italia, she’s just my friend for Pete’s sake!” Gustav frowns. “There’s nothing going on between us—”
“Oh really, how can I tell that you are speaking of the truth and was being honest with me, Gustav?” She hissed at him. “After so many lies and blinded honesty that you made me believe?”
“I thought we have already spoken about it?” Gustav looked at her. He was confounded. “Aren’t we over with it?”
“Did I say that? Because I don’t remember that I did.” She was haughty.
“Italia—” Gustav eyed her. “Are you jealous of Monica?”
“W—what?” Her cheeks instantly flared.
Italia was caught off guard by what he said.
“I am asking you.” A boyish smile spread across his lips. “Are you jealous of Monica?”
“I am not f*****g jealous of her!” She glared at him.
How can she be jealous of that woman? Is there’s something she should be jealous of her?
“But you sounded like you are.” When Gustav finally close their distance, he was grinning. “And I can tell that you are just embarrassed to admit it.”
“Shut up!” Her face reddened more as if there were steams that was ready to come out.
She gulps, but she couldn’t help, but also wonder to herself.
Is she... Is she really jealous?
No way! How can she get jealous of Monica? Of all people, why her?
“You don’t need to be jealous, you know.” Gustav reassured her. “Monica was just pulling your leg, she is just a friend, but more like a client of my company.”
Or is she? Although bottled by guilt on how he can explain it to her, Gustav chose to hid it from Italia. How can he tell her the truth, when she is already overreacting like this?
Monica is more than what he speaks of. Being a bachelor and a Salvador’s heir, he was flocked by women, and he is no Saint to ignore the call of flesh and l**t, those times where he was aggrieved by Anna’s death and was blinded by his hate to Italia.
He bedded women to hurt her. He took them, where she would be able to hear their moans of pleasure. He just wanted to make her feel the misery he felt, when he lost Anna. But today is different.
Anna was out of the picture and it was about Italia and him. He never realized that after those distraught years, he would finally learn to accept the truth and let go of her memory.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I am not jealous?” Italia pursed her lips.
She looks away to hide how embarrass she was to admit it.
Gustav chuckled.
How stupid is he before to blame her, when everything is not her fault.
He closed the gap that was separating them and gently cupped her face, “Then how can I make it it up to you?”
“Hmm?” Italia pretended as if she was thinking, before her eyes meet his. “Only if you can catch me!”
With that said, she freed herself from his arms and began to run.
“Oh god, I felt I am the one who is going to get embarrass now.” Gustav groans.
“If you wanted me to forgive you, then catch me, Mr. Salvador!” Italia yelled from afar.
“If that is what it takes, then I have not much of a choice left anyway.”
Without being said, Gustav found himself chasing after Italia, who was laughing.
“Oh, the great Salvador who hated a child was playing her game now!” She teases him.
“Shut it!” He rolled his eyes playfully.
The two run. And for the first time in his life, Gustav felt happiness that was running on his vein. Being with Italia left him with peace. Her smile that made his heart beat fast.
How can he longer deny that he certainly feel something for her? For unknown reason, he just wanted to keep her. He just wanted to take her home and hide her from the world.
Only if he can.
He chuckled.
“What I am thinking—” But Gustav was stopped the moment she heard her screams.
“G—Gustav!”
But it was too late.
CRASHED.
Gustav’s face paled. He felt like all the blood drain from his body as he watched her getting hit by that car. It happened too fast. Italia was just there and the next second she was falling on the ground with her head bleeding.
“s**t!” As if a cold bucket of water was splashed on his head, Gustav quickly joined her side.
Fear engulf his eyes, when she lay there motionless.
“Damn it!” He cursed loudly.
A crowd as gathering around them, but he didn’t care. He felt her pulse, but it was weak, and he knew for a fact that if he didn’t get her to the hospital sooner, then he might lose her the same way he lose Anna.
“No....no no, please.” Pleading helplessly, Gustav cradled her on his lap.
When one of the man whom he didn’t know about run closer, and said, “I called for an ambulance, Sir!”
But he was deaf by his own fear and horrors that Italia was slipping away....again.
Some says that life and death was two different things. There’s death because everybody was supposed to die depending particularly of their fate and there’s life, which allows each person to choose. However for Gustav, at that critical moment while waiting outside of the ER [Emergency Room], they are just the same.
Italia was the life he chose, yet she was here fighting her life.
“Oh god.” He was pacing back and forth, while the surgery continue inside.
Bullets of sweats could be seen on his forehead, and his appearance isn’t a dashing as it used to be. His hair is dishevelled an his clothes are smeared by blood....by Italia’s blood.
“Damn it!” He punched the wall.
How can he be so reckless?
He wanted to protect her, but at his sight, he let her slipped. She was endangered and now at risk, she was playing with death and ait all depends her if she wanted to stay alive or not even.
“Gustav!” Zamiel showed up.
Same with Gustav, he looks scared.
“What happened?” He asked, looking back and forth, but Gustav felt lost. He did not utter a single word and his fist is bleeding.
“Gustav! I am asking you!” Even Zamiel seems to be at edge.
But what can he tell? How can he tell to Zamiel that he was at fault why Italia was inside that room and at the brink of death?
“It’s my fault.” His shoulders sagged.
He looks at him, and Zamiel had never seen Gustav looks this solemn. It was much worst than seeing him mourn for Anna.
“What happened?” Zamiel sits across to him. “You can tell me, you know.” He added with reassurance, although he is still worried about Italia.
He joins Gustav’s grief.
“I just wanted to make it up to him, you know?” Gustav chuckled bitterly. “But it all goes wrong. She grew jealous and run off, we fix it—I tried to fix it and the next thing I know is she was lying there on the road, her....her head if bleeding and I just f*****g cried there like a f*****g moron!”
Every words he uttered crushed his chest. His heart was being torn into pieces.
“Gustav...” Zamiel trailed off, he had no words to say just so he could comfort him.
“I am f*****g stupid.” Gustav’s voice shakes before he raised his head to looked at him with regrets. “Tell me, do I f*****g deserve her? After everything...”
No. Zamiel thought. After everything, you still don’t deserve her.
He wanted to say it, but he chose to be silent and be the selfless Salvador that he used to be. Always the one who keeps giving away his chance and always the man who couldn’t fight for his love and for his woman.
And right now, Italia.... He wanted to fight for her so bad, but Gustav, Zamiel had never seen him this broken.
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