ADDAMS

A week has passed already since I met Whitney at her mansion with this guy 'Petterson'.

She went with him to her mother's home, at this mansion, to give her germs.
How could she be like that?
She was no more the same, she wasn't the Whitney I knew, she embodied now this expressionless humor perpetually.

The single gleam of love I could read before had disappeared.
I couldn't believe until that day, somebody could change with so easiness within a lapse.

I had left a letter to Nelson, where I thanked her and appreciated the happiness she bestowed during the few moments we were together.

I chose to write a letter, cause I didn't want to write her by phone, it could have given birth to a retort and I didn't want any reply from her.

There was nothing we could discuss around it. There was no explanation for this filthy act.

Hope she would be happy, that was all I wished for her.

After what I witnessed, after what she made me feel, I didn't have any motive to always stay there in this town.

I needed a trip both for my mind and for my heart, all these emotions were a lot for me to handle in loneliness.

I wanted to change something within my routine. I was sick to see her in every move I made, in every angle my eyes explored. I was upset to see her and inhale her fragrance everywhere.

I first had in mind to buy an island and spent my days there but I didn't want to be alone, I wanted to be with people, to make some entertainments which would help me not to forget her because it was impossible, but to help me to handle this break up with more easiness.

Then I took a vacation. Should I call it a vacation? I have decided to live now in Brazil,

I left this town where I met the one I thought was my soulmate, the one who made me experience the best and the worst feeling I ever had.

I left New York, giving up on this struggle for love, giving up even on this fucking inheritance.

After what the one I considered for my dad showed me, everything coming from him would be seen as nasty, everything even the heritage.

The pack, the wealth, and everything he could offer, I fucked it up.

I had a palace in Rios de Janeiro, this city of feasts and distractions where the most broken heart that exists could be alleviated after just a day.

My decision had been taken, New York, and whatever happened there belonged now to the past.

Without informing anyone even the maids who were in the mansion with me, I retired.

I ordered my pilot with my airplane to drive me to my new dwelling place.

I took nothing, no luggage, no dresses. I would start a new life, and I didn't want anything to remember me of her not even an outfit.

I couldn't imagine we would break off so early, I envisaged my entire life with her, I could already see her with my baby boy in hand, with this feeling warming my heart to inhale her dishes when I would come back home after a business trip.

To be welcome at the door by her caresses and hugs. Though that was how life was, things didn't always occur as we expect. That was the harsh truth of life.

I reached the town at the night, the air was wet, and the sky released. The town was always lightening, with people in the street, playing, enjoying, and eating.

They were in the state of mind I was struggling to reach. No matter the time it would need, I knew I would attain it.

I promised to always struggle for her, for our love, but, if she had chosen to be with someone else if that was what made her feel happy, no matter with who she found her happiness it was all I wished.

But was she happy? That wasn't what her countenance described when I saw her, though she had chosen to be with Armand and I respected her opinion.

I reached home, after exploring the avenue, after taking delight in seeing the smile of those people in the street.

I entered the home, should I call it home? I entered the castle, my castle, the hugest building in the town of Rio de Janeiro.

Everyone working there, the maids, the butler, and so on, everyone was stunned to see me there.

I hadn't been informed of my arrival, the news had been expanded within the castle as I crossed the gate, and everyone working there was gathered in the yard as early as they heard about it.

With a bow, they greeted me, and this show of affection warmed my heart.

"Evening to you all" I responded as warmly as I could to their greeting.

"Please lord, what brought you there, and why this air of sadness behind you?" One of the butlers gathered his courage and asked.

I thought I had dissimilated my emotion enough, I didn't want to bother those who were around me, however, it seemed my mood could be read on my countenance even after kilometers.

"There is nothing, thank you for this greeting but please go back to your occupation" I ordered with a clap of my hand and they all motioned away.

The estate was huge, made essentially with stones, glasses, and wood, I had almost eighteen maids working there, and in the kitchen, I had chefs from different nations.

I counted five for the different dishes. I didn't have the moral sufficient to walk around the castle that night, I entered the chamber and bounced on the bed, and I inhaled the soft fragrance of the covers.

My eyes lift to the ceiling, I couldn't help but remind myself of the moment spent with my beloved Whitney.

The cuddles, the kisses, her smiles, her dimples, and I chuckled, a laugh followed by a little sob but I immediately wiped away the tears.

'When things have started to fall apart? Where have I been wrong? What have I done which could have incited her to break up with me?' I tried to find where I have been wrong without any success.

A moment later, I stood abruptly from the bed and decided to stop thinking about her.
'I will profit from what I have now, she is not worth all this sadness.' Before I could finish boosting my confidence, tears dropped down my cheeks and I slumped like a chateau of cards on my bed.

I loved her more than anything.