1 00- Prologue

Everything That I Would Give For You

Prologue

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"You're the part of my life that I would never forget." -Luca Fragomeni

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That perfect day, where we could have been happy.

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me as I stared at the body laying in the supposed-to-be white bed.

I opened my mouth, and yet closed it as I attempted to yell.

'What? Why? WHY?!'

And yet no sound came out of my mouth.

Even as you lay before me, you look perfect. Those casacading black curls framing your heart shaped face. Perfectly contrast with your pale yet healthy fair skin. That cute nose, thick lashes, petite figure. Oh that small plump lips. I could have died for you, for all of you, and yet you thought the same.

You would have been a perfect piece of art, a masterpiece given by God himself for me. And yet I missed it. I abused it. I played with it. With you.

'Oh God, what have I done?'

I let out a choke as it dawned to me what happened to you.

Water started blurring my eyes, and yet my vision is fixated on the truth before me.

The red-stained sheets and skin perfectly suiting your gothic obsession- an art I would be having nightmares for a lifetime.

And yet, what made it more complete are those eyes. Oh those eyes that will haunt me 'til I would forever lie with you in your coffin. Your eyes that once gazed at me with admiration and love that I never returned, are dead. Soulless. Staring dead straight at the god-forsaken ceiling.

Those eyes where the final string to be snapped inside me. My regal form collapsed into the ground as I stared unbelieving at the now interesting wooden floor.

'This can't be right. She promised to stay with me forever right? No. No. No.'

Mustering every inch of strength that I could have right now, I threw myself into the bed and sat beside her.

Gently scooping her up and checking her closely, ever amount of hope left my body. Checking her non existent pulse, my hand trembled at the result.

I tried everything I could possibly do, even attempted to stop the blood that is still leaking from the wound on her wrist. My attempts are futile. There's no doubt that she's gone. And I know-

"This is all my fault"

Pulling her body closer to my chest, I cried my heart out. The anguish of losing her, my gem, my flower. Her.

She who cared for me when I'm done. The girl I talk to when I'm in need. The woman who looked at me like I'm a human and not an adonis or a boss they saw in me. The girl who I turn my back into when I find my next lover.

I caressed those smooth locks who now pooled on her back and in the sheets. Smelling the vivid scent of lilies as if mocking me to call her name. In the end, I regretfully did.

"Lily. My flower. Lily. Lily!"

I screamed, her name sliding off my tongue is the most painful part. Her golden name should have never left my sinful tongue. I don't deserve her, nor even speak her name.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh!"

I screamed to the heavens, and even though I did not say it aloud and clear. I know that I let the heavens know my wish.

'Bring her back! Please bring her back! I'll do anything!'

"Bring her back. I'll do everything. Please." I murmered along with thousands of sweet nothings of apologies and pleads.

And I know. Deep in my heart I know. I would never forgive myself. My apologies won't bring her back. My 'I love you-s' won't bring her back.

And what felt like ages, I faintly hear the series of loud footsteps as they climed the staircase to reach this room. But then I hardly care. Screw them. Screw my father. Screw my fiancée, screw those bodyguards and whoever work for this empire.

Then I managed to recognize what I was wearing. How mocking can her death be? Just how imperfectly perfect this timing is?! The fate was mocking him in every turn he made.

I'm wearing wearing my now wrinkled and bloody wedding tuxedo. Her blood signifying death, and this suit signifying my almost union to another girl made me want to cry more. If I wasn't an heir, I would be gladly joining her to travel the world like she wanted to. Away from this mess. Away from my father.

And speaking of the devil, he fucking appeared. The door bursted open, and few series of footsteps entered the room, and then it stilled. I swear I heard a very faint gasp among the audience.

'Was this suprising?' I thought sarcastically.

Then I heard it, those damn clicks. The cane that accompanied the incoming footsteps became louder and louder until it reached into a halt. I couldn't careless, and yet I turned around to face him.

About 30 year older of myself came into view, and I know this is my beloved father. Right now, I could have cursed myself for showing such an act of incompetence and weakness in front of the man and several witnesses. And the again, I couldn't care less.

For some reason, my mouth opened,

"Father. You can do many things right?" I asked hopefully as I stared at the older man. His posture stiffened and his eyes looked at me with mixture of feelings. Pity? Sadness? Guilt? Sorrow? I don't care.

Gesturing to my Lily, I said, "You can bring her back right?" My father turned his gaze away, looking down into the ground.

"Father. Bring her back. Please! Heal her, bring her back! I'll do anything, everything! Just bring her back. Bring her back!" I wailed in despair as I sobbed into her limp shoulders.

"Please! Please!"

It was the day I knew I couldn't have everything without sacrificing something. And in exchange for eternal glory, they took the most valuable part of my life.

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It was the day, we could have been happy. But I ruined it, right? Under the rain that day, I should have told you that we should run. And yet I pushed you away.

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"What do you want me to do then?!" Those words were the last I heard from you.

And these words are the biggest regret I have,

"Get out of my life."

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