Ventimiglia Curse: The Start

I bite my lips when I felt the pain, I hold him tight but it's still too painful. I scream and whimper in pain. He whispered in my ears.

"Shh, I'll wait. I won't move."

I sob. "It hurts."

He hold me tight in his arms and kiss my cheeks. "I'm sorry, that's why I told you to control yourself."

I pouted.

In a dream that can't come true, once it happened in real life. Believe me, a strong storm is next.

I loved him. He loved me. She love him. He loved her. I love him and he doesn't feel the same.

This is a story of people who found their true love but failed to hold onto it. I want to go back, but history will only remain a history.

I am cursed so is he. I need him so is he. We are made for each other, but this is not meant for us.

"I love you." I cried.

"I love you too."

I can't breathe, the pain in my chest hurt so much. "I know."

"But we can't be." We both said.

But I still love you, but if I continue. I will be your end and you will be my end. Love is not for people who have curse soul. We just can't fight our fate no matter how strong our feelings is.

Anastasia and Casimiro died because they failed.

Marissa and Peter died because they failed.

Yna and Alfresco died because they failed.

It's our turn... do you want to fight in a losing war or avoid it so that maybe somehow, we will be happy. In separate ways.

He scream so loud and look at me angrily. "Why did you do this to me?"

My body jump in startle but I straighten myself. I stand in front of him even I want to run away. The complete wrath that I'm seeing in his eyes while crying and begging in front of me is strangling my heart.

"Please..."

"Do you want me dead?" His voice turn soft and begging even what I sees in his eyes is the opposite. It's dangerous and and scary.

I look at him, my lower lips is trembling and my breathing is still not even. I'm scared but the feelings of wanting to hold him is stronger. That's why I can stand her in front of him, watching him lash out at me.

"Is it fun?" He ask again and hold my cheeks. His hand is cold on my skin and his caress is unbelievably careful like he is holding a fragile glass. "Is it fun playing with my f-feelings?" His voice tremble a bit and I saw how his tears flow from his eyes. "I miss you so bad... but you? Why?" He beg.

I close my eyes. "I'm sorry." Another failed decision. I thought I was right. "I'm really sorry."

"If you're sorry, you will stay with me."

I shook my head. No, please don't give me choices. I badly want to stay with you right now, please don't make it so hard for me.

"I love you." He said.

I shut my eyes so tight. I hope it was a dream because if it is, I will stay here even I won't wake up anymore. I will stay here.

I will be able to stay with you if it was a dream.