Infatuation Of Darkness

I want you all to focus on Alexis's thought process here.

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She tried to talk but she choked and thought that it was better to cry. She had committed the worst crime and sin. How could she do that? The look on Angelo's face told her how disappointed she was with her and she was too. How, just how could she do this? There had to be a reason why. This man and has been there for her and she had caused him so much pain that now it was visible on his face. This was too much.

"I am so sorry," she cried into his shoulder not being able to stop those tears, 'I know that should not have done this. I had second thoughts regarding this and..and…"

"Get it out and be done with it baby," he cooed knowing well that it was important for her to tell him what was going around in her mind.

"I did not want to, I was having second thoughts about it and I don't know why I did it." She admitted. "I just don't know how I thought let to another and where did I find that surgical knife and how.." she choked and then started to cry loudly in his shoulder. "I am sorry." She repeated, again and again.

He continued to comb his fingers through her hair, patting and caressing it, giving her the comforting presence that she needed. Just his physical being, his presence, was enough for now. She wanted comfort and a shoulder to cry on and he was giving her one. Just comfort as something she needed.

"It's okay, love. I am glad that you understand the consequences of your actions but sweetheart, never do it again." pulling apart from her he held her face in his hands and said, "I love you and I want to be with you nut that cannot happen if you are trying to kill yourself." He glanced at her bandaged wrist and kissed them lightly. "Please baby, never again?" He begged practically. "we will get through this together and my wife will be the strongest one after this and it going to be easy, do you know how?"

Alexis shook her head. None of this was going to be easy but all she wanted was to understand where he was coming from.

He answered for her. "because nobody is aware of what happened. So you will receive no special treatment. Your recovery will unadulterated no one would judge you or try to victimize you. We can put the restaurant on hold and you can focus on yourself." He smiled. "you can heal from every scar baby."

"every scar?" she repeated.

"Every scar." He confirmed.

She could do that. She could heal herself again and never hold back from anything. She could heal a little teenage girl inside her herself who was hiding from the people outside, who was scared of the neglect and torture. She could make her better and avoid everything bad that would befall on her too. She could be better, Period.

"I want to. I want to heal and I want to be better. I don't want to be scared of anything anymore. I want to stand straight instead of thinking that that person could hurt me," she breathes in and out, withholding her tears and deciding that she won't cry anymore. "I just want to be strong…For myself." She finished.

He caressed her hair behind her ears and smiled at her. "That's the spirit love. Well done." He praised. "It's not going to be easy. It would take loads of crying and realisations and some of them would be life-altering for you but everything is going to work out."

She nodded and hugged him once again. "Thank you for being there. You are truly my angel."

Why thank you, he smiled.

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She was getting discharged today and she ecstatic for that. It was truly the best feeling the world. As much as the pretty the hospital could look, at the end of the day, it was the hospital. She wondered how the doctors did it.

She was wearing a black blouse and khaki colour pants. She wore her pearl earring excitedly; they were a gift from Angelo. She smiled as she dressed herself up. After wearing the same coloured hospital dress every day she readily welcomed the change. She loved colours now, even if they were black. She hated white with a passion now.

She walked out of the bathroom and to the door outside with a giddy smile.

"It would be easy for her to heal though. I mean it should be."

What? That was her doctor, she could recognise her voice.

"How so?" Angelo asked.

"Particularly the fact that she was drugged as it happened. She had no memories of it because she was not conscious which would help her to some extent. But it won't be a smooth slope." He warned.

"That I understand." Her husband's voice was heard, making her smile. He was so concerned about her well-being. She made her all gushy and smiley inside. "But it has to happen soon." That made her smile falter, why would he say that? If she was going to recover it had to be with the time necessary. That was important too.

"I don-I won't recommend that. Therapies take time and they work and show better results. With time a person rebuilds themselves from the ground." The doctor advised.

"I know but the world where I live in, if the news hits out, she would be committing another suicide and that one would be more fatal. I want her to be strong and no succumbing to those urges. With that fragile mind, she would become a puppet of people and I won't be aware of what is happening her mind."

That made her want to cry again. he might make her feel brave but she knew that he did consider her weak somewhere. She loved that he was worrying over her but this seemed to make her feel sorry for herself.

Nope; not happening. She decided.

She was going to be strong.. She was his wife after all.