Page 67 of Legacy
I’d promised myself I wouldn’t think about her until the war was over.
Easier said then done.
She’s all I thought of for the last five years.
Now she’s mine.
And I’m focused more on this war than my wife.
I don’t need this shit right now.
My phone buzzes again, this time with a text message.
My heart pounds against my chest as I see an unsaved number.
“We need to talk, when can I call?”
A shuddered breath escapes me.
Her.
I don’t wait. I call her; because I need the upper hand, or maybe just to finally hear her. The phone rings twice before she answers.
“Angelo?”
Fuck.
That voice.
Hervoice.
It melts all the bravado I had.
How did I not realize how much I’ve missed that voice?
Suddenly I’m twenty six again, wrapped up in the sheets with her in my arms. The faint sounds that came from her lips as she whispered my name like a plea, my only salvation.
My mouth goes dry.
“Scarlet,” I manage to get out.
The word sounds foreign echoing off the maroon shelves lining the walls. Like warmth bleeding in to my memories.
“A-Adriana,” she says softly. “Call me Adriana. I wanted to talk about this… marriage.”
I wait for her to continue.
My heart beating so hard I can hear it in my ears.
“Am I going over there or am I staying here? I’m waiting to take the bar there, but if I’m not moving—”
“You’re moving.”
I cut her off a little too firm. I clear my throat.
“You will be here when the war I have going on is over. I’ll send the plane.”
She goes silent.
