“Wherever the fuck it is your moving to,” he spits angrily.
I step back, shocked by his venom. “But ….
I thought?”
“You thought wrong,” he cuts me off.
“What?”
He stays staring out the window, back straight, shoulders squared.
“Look at me?” I whisper.
He turns, “You need to go,” he whispers.
“Why? I don’t understand. We had the most incredible night?” I whisper.
“I know.” His haunted eyes hold mine.
“Then why?”
“Because I can’t give you what you want, much less, what you deserve.”
“It’s okay.” I take his hand in mine and lift it to kiss his fingertips. “We can work out this dating thing together.” I smile softly.
“I can’t marry you.”
I frown, “Well, we just got together.” I chuckle, “Who knows what will happen?”
“I know.” His jaw ticks as it clenches, his eyes hold mine. “I am to marry an Italian girl.”
“What?” I drop his hand.
“My heritage is very important to me. I want a strong bloodline; I want an Italian wife; I want my children’s first language to be Italian.”
I step back from him, the sting from his words cuts like a knife.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I….” He pauses. “There is no excuse for my selfishness last night.”
“It’s the twentieth century, Gabriel. Why would you think that you need to marry an Italian?” I snap as my anger rears her ugly head.
“Because I want to, Grace,” he snaps. “Because I want to.”
His silhouette blurs.
“So…. last night….” I screw up my face in tears, “Meant nothing?”
“It meant everything,” he whispers, his nostrils flair. “It was a gift that we gave to ourselves. One that I will hold dear forever.” He pushes the hair back from my forehead. “You will never be forgotten.”
And I feel it coming, the pain, like a tidal wave, as my heart shatters into a million pieces. I turn and march up the hall to the bedroom. I rush into the bathroom and see my clothes folded neatly on the chair, and I put my hands over my mouth and sob. When he folded these….. he knew.
He knew that we never stood a chance, all along. He knew.
My god.
I’m such a lovesick fool.
I just need to get the hell away from him.