"IF ONLY"

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

"Hey, asshole. Its 2 in the afternoon." I heard someone's voice.

I only groaned in response, until I felt a kick to my stomach.

"Wake up already." I then looked up, glaring at the fool that dared to kick me.

"You seriously got that drunk? You know you missed 4 of your meetings, right?" He smirked down at me.

I only rolled my eyes, finding the strength to get up from the floor I fell asleep on.

"So, you going to tell me. Or should I find out for myself?" Dante smiled.

I only glared coldly at him, not in the mood to play therapy today.

That's when Dante picked up the book, the one laying beside me on the floor.

"Seriously?" He laughed loudly. "You got drunk because you miss that woman?" 

I clenched my jaw, fighting the need to punch into this asshole.

"You left her, dumbass. If you miss her that much, why don't you go see her." He smiled widely. "If you're feeling insecure, let me just tell you. That girl lo-"

"She's dead." I growled out. Placing the bottle of whisky onto the desk. As I turned and snatched the book out of his hands.

"I-" This was the first. Dante always had something to say. But now, he was lost for words.

I place the book into my top draw, locking it away safely.

"When?" That question made me stiff. Everything in me froze. Because deep down,  I knew it was my fault.

"Not long after I told her to leave." I replied, turning to face him.

I saw his face go into thinking mode. As I watched him register the thoughts that have been haunting me.

"Enzo." Was all he could say.

"I don't need your pity, I just need you to do your job. So call David to arrange my meetings for the rest of this afternoon. I can't afford to fall behind."

Dante only lowered his head, giving a curt nod before walking out of the room.

The rest of the day was left into work. It was either that or thinking back to her. And we all know the outcome of that already. 

DANTE'S POV

Fuck.

I smashed into the punching bag more, trying to release everything in me.

Why didn't I know? Why didn't anybody tell me? f**k!

I threw more hits onto the bag, before somebody tugged at my shoulder. Indicating for me to slow down a bit. 

I looked down at my bandaged hands, noticing the purple falling upon my knuckles. But it didn't hurt, not as much a realising she was gone.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.