White Avenue
Building 56
Room 8
Italy Rome
It has been four days since Amelia broke into Milo's apartment,her injuries were healing slowly but the two were getting accustomed to each other.
Amelia sat on the kitchen stool watching her savior preparing dinner, these days she often felt edgy.
"Mia,are you okay?" Milo asked, flipping the pancakes.
"Yeah..I think so" She replied in a small voice barely above a whisper. Milo glanced at her,wiping his hands with the kitchen towel. He turned to her, cupping her face in his arms
"Hey..hey.. look at me, you're safe here. You just have to trust me" Milo whispered, assuring her.
"Tch..who told you I'm scared?" She sneered at him. Milo sighed letting go of her face,he had gotten quite use to her sarcasm.
"You don't have to cry before I know you're scared".. Milo countered, turning back to check the pancakes.
"If there's anything I'm supposed to be scared of is you.." Amelia stated with raised eye brows. Milo dropped the laden, standing at arms akimbo.
"Oh.. really? You have been eating my food for the past four days now, I've been treating your god-damned injuries. Amelia,I literally could have killed with with either food poisoning or the drugs but I didn't because.. because" Milo paused, breathing heavily
"Because of what?" Amelia rolled her eyes at him.
"Because I want you to trust me, Amelia" Milo Said,his voice softened.
Amelia was stunned,she haven't expected that response from him. She felt her eyes sting with tears, suddenly feeling overwhelmed
"Shh..shh.., don't cry" Milo cooed, wiping her tears .
"Milo,the food" Amelia sniffed, slapping his hands away from her face.
Milo shook his head at her, focusing on the food to prevent it from getting burnt.
Soon enough dinner was ready. The duo sat together side by side and Amelia found herself staring at the photos on the large wall. Milo added a little syrup to her pancakes when he saw her staring intently at the photos,he sighed softly and relax into the chair.
"That was my fiancee,she died in a plane crash few years back" He muttered,eyes shut as he relieve the painful memories.
Amelia was too stunned to utter a word,she couldn't comprehend the emotions she felt at that moment.
"She's beautiful.."She whispered when she finally found her voice,bitting into the pancakes.
"Yeah..she was a beauty" Milo opened his eyes to look at the photos before continuing..
"You know, sometimes I still hear her voice. Her laughter kept resounding in my head and I couldn't really get her out of my mind after all these years Amelia" He stated,his voice thick with emotions, his eyes stung with unshed tears, the pain was inexplicable.
Amelia felt a tear streak down her chin,she swallow hard as the pancakes suddenly taste bitter in her mouth. She could relate to his emotions.
The pain of losing someone never quite leaves you, it is always there constantly burrowing a hole in your heart. She reached for his hands, "I understand how you feel and it's okay not to be okay something too" She sniffed back her tears, trying to console him.
Milo shook his head negatively, sitting upright
"You don't understand Amelia,I could still see the fire from the plane crash. I can still hear her voice,I feel her presence Amelia as if she is right here with me" Milo said,tears escaping from his eyes.
"Shh.. you're in pains and it's okay to grieve" Amelia pulled his head into her chest, hugging him tight.
"I loved her..,why didn't she stay with me?" Milo sobbed,his voice muffled.
"I loved her Amelia but she left me alone in this cruel world" he mumbled
Amelia's heart squeeze in pure hurt,she understands the pain of losing someone. She hugged him tightly, also consoling herself.
"Sh.. it's ok, we're gonna be fine" She broke down in tears, crying along with him.
The both of them lost in a world of their own with a void space that t irreplaceable in their hearts.
Death keeps rubbing his superiority in our faces, showing us who is always gonna win regardless who comes first in the race of life. Its keep taking away our loved ones while the villians in the world deem it fit to use us the way they see fit, because we are broken.
But then,we are all gonna be fine.
Amelia and Milo sobbed heavily in each other's arms, relieving their pains and letting out their grieve. Dinner forgotten.
****
Miami Beach,
Miami Florida.
Micheal reached for the switch in the dark room and flick it on. The once dark room was now illuminated with bright lights.The interior of the beach house is a blend of rustic charm and sophisticated elegance, reflecting Micheal's refined taste and high-stakes profession.
Open-plan living area with high ceilings and large windows that offer breathtaking views of the ocean. The walls are adorned with a mix of modern art pieces and vintage nautical maps, adding a touch of his personality to the space.
The furniture is sleek and contemporary, with a focus on comfort and functionality. A plush, charcoal-gray sectional sofa dominates one wall, facing a large, stone-faced fireplace that crackles on chilly evenings. A minimalist, low-profile coffee table made of rich, dark wood sits in front of the sofa, topped with a few, carefully chosen decorative pieces.
To one side of the living area, a sleek, high-gloss kitchen beckons, equipped with top-of-the-line appliances and ample counter space. Micheal's passion for cooking is evident in the carefully curated selection of gourmet cookware and utensils.
Upstairs, the loft bedroom is a serene retreat, with a plush, king-size bed dressed in crisp, white linens and a few, carefully chosen pieces of artwork. The room is dominated by a stunning, floor-to-ceiling window that frames the ocean view, providing a constant reminder of the tranquility the sea exclude.
Throughout the house, subtle nods to the commander's profession are evident, from the discreetly placed security cameras to the carefully concealed safe room. Despite its tranquil atmosphere, the house exudes a sense of quiet vigilance, a testament to the Micheal's unwavering commitment to justice. In simple definition,it was the perfect hideout.
Michael drew the shutters close to prevent outsider from seeing what is going on inside. He made his way up the stairs to the bedroom with extra vigilance,his hands firmly wrapped around his pistol., Jones has told him the person was unconscious but that doesn't mean he should let his guard down.
He turned the knob carefully,his ears perking up at alert for any slight movement. He entered the room, he sighed heavily in the cozy darkness,he pulled the string of the bulb and light flicker on illuminating the room with a dim light.
Under the dim light, the unconscious figure groans out from the bed. Micheal sat down beside him as the figure's eyes flew open
"Welcome back Leonard".