Dragoste Întunecatã (SMALL EDIT)

Sorry for the long update. Life sucks and then you die.

Ina- Thanks for the tidbit. My Romanian is a bit rusty (ok a lot rusty!) I was trying to translate word for word as best as I could remember. Thanks for the advice!

Losing-My-Beautiful-Mind- (LOVE the name btw) Your wish is my command!


Enjoy!

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The next morning Agatha awoke feeling unusually refreshed. She stretched out in her bed and debated on whether or not to get up from her comfortable position. Looking towards the windowsill, however, reminded her that she needed to take it into her job to see what it was about.

Groaning, the young woman rolled out of bed and went to take a shower. As she was getting the shower ready, she had the distinct feeling of being watched. It sent a cold shiver down her spine even as she stepped under the shower’s hot stream.

As she began to bathe herself, the feeling of being watched continued to grow until Agatha began to think someone was actually in her home. Turning the spigots off she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her large frame.

“Hello? Is someone there?” she called out to the empty room. Walking into her bedroom she saw no one and then she turned and headed down the hallway when she suddenly heard whispering coming from the living.

Her heart began to pound in her chest as she slowly crept along the wall, trying to make as little noise as possible. The whispering was getting louder now and Agatha mentally slapped herself for not grabbing her gun in the nightstand drawer. She knew she wouldn’t make it back to the bedroom without being heard so she grabbed a picture frame off the wall.

As she got closer to the living she could make out a man’s voice talking in hushed tones. She couldn’t hear anyone else’s voice and hoped there weren’t more than two people there.

The whispering came to a pause and Agatha began to panic. She was right near the living room now and gripped the edges of the picture frame tightly. Heavy footsteps started coming toward her and Agatha raised the frame above her head ready to attack.

A man suddenly came around the corner and before Agatha could even register who is was she brought the picture down on his head, causing the person to stumble backwards into her china cabinet.

“What the fuck?” cried a familiar voice.

“Charles?”

The man on the floor groaned and held his head. Agatha quickly discarded the picture frame and stared blackly at the man she once loved. “Nice to see you too Agatha,” looking at her up and down, “ Nice to see all of you in fact.” She was about to ask him what he meant until she looked down at herself. Apparently, sometime during her smashing the picture frame over her ex’s head, her towel had pooled around her feet.

Trying to regain some dignity, Agatha picked the towel back up and covered herself up. “What are you doing here Charles? And how the hell did you get into my apartment?” she questioned the raven-haired man. Charles got to his feet unsteadily, checking his head for blood, and looked at his former lover.

“What? I can’t pop in and say ‘hello’ every once in a while?” he asked. He walked back into the living room and sat down on one of her couches with Agatha in tow.

“No and you didn’t answer my question. How did you get into my apartment? I thought I took back the key from you.” Charles chuckled and replied, “You still leave a spare key in the little hole on the side of the door. Besides, where is this sudden animosity towards me coming from?”

“How about when I walked in on you and the woman from archives testing out the Karma Sutra on my bed?” she seethed at him. Charles winced at the tone she used and replied, “Look, I know what I did was wrong and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

Agatha snorted in response and got up from the couch. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“To finish my shower and get dressed.”

“Mind if I join you?” he asked giving her his trademark smile. Agatha paused by the hallway and looked back at him, her emotions clearly evident on her face. Thinking he had her, he got up from the couch and sauntered over towards her, his body almost touching hers. He looked down expectantly at her and began to caress her shoulder.

It had been so long for Agatha; she wanted to give in so badly. “Come on Meine Blume. We were good together. And I can tell by the look on your face that you haven’t gotten any since we’ve been together,” he whispered in her ear.

Agatha suddenly found the resolve she was looking for and pulled away from his touch. “There’s pizza in the fridge if you get hungry. I’ll be out in 10 minutes.” With that she turned on her heel and walked back down the hall to her room. Before she closed the door however she turned back towards her ex-lover and said, “Oh and Charles, there’s lotion in my purse if you need it. Try not to make a mess.” With that she closed the door and locked it.

Agatha pressed her back up against the door and let out a shuddering sigh. She had been so close to giving in and she knew if she hadn’t said anything she’d be on her back with her heels delightfully in the air. Charles was right though, they were good together and she did miss him something awful. Many a time she had thought about calling him up and beg him to come back to her.

Do not forget what he has done to you. Make him suffer as you have.

The thought came from nowhere and yet made perfect sense to her. Shaking her head, she knew that she could never get back together with him. He was the one who cheated on her. He was the one who walked out on her.

So why did Agatha have this niggling feeling in the back of her mind. Almost as if she was doubting herself.

Do not forget…

There was that thought again. Sighing heavily Agatha went back to her bathroom and continued her shower. About 15 minutes later, she emerged from her room dressed and carrying the book in her hand.

Charles was standing in front of the stove and the smells coming from it were delicious. Agatha couldn’t cook to save her life and always appreciated the meals Charles made.

Shaking the errant thought out of her head she walked up behind him and asked, “What are you doing?” Charles turned and smiled at her, pointing to the table, “I’m making us some lunch. I figure after the fiasco from earlier we should sit down and talk.”

Agatha snorted and rolled her eyes. She walked back over to the kitchen table and sat down, waiting for him to finish. About 10 minutes later, Charles served her a plate of rare stake and vegetables and then sat down across from her. The two sat in silence for a while until Agatha remembered the book sitting next to her.

“Oh, um, I found one of your books in my shelf. I was wondering where you got it from?” she asked and handed the book over to him. Charles took the book from her hand and studied the binding. Shaking his head he replied, “Its not one of mine. I would remember something like this. It looks old, where did you find it?” He handed her back the book and Agatha shrugged her shoulders.

“I found it last night when I couldn’t sleep. It was tucked in between two of my books and I know that its not one of mine.”

“So where did it come from?”

Again Agatha shrugged and put the book back down. Another long silence followed as the two continued eating their meal. Agatha caught Charles sneaking heated glances at her every so often and she couldn’t help but feel that familiar pulse in her belly. She mentally chided herself for feeling that way and did her best to ignore the delicious sensations.

“Listen Agatha, I want you to know that I never meant for us to end up like this. There was another reason for me coming here today,” Charles said, looking hesitantly over at the curvy woman who refused to meet his glance. “And what reason would that be?” she asked with a slight quiver in her voice.

Suddenly he stood up and walked around to the other side of the table to where Agatha was sitting. Her heart began to pound wildly in her chest, but she refused to look up from her plate. Charles stood by her side and then put his hand in his pocket. Agatha cut a quick glance and noticed that he pulled a small object out and placed it in front of her.

“I was going to ask you before…before…anyway I thought since I bought it for you, you might like to have it. Think of it as a peace offering,” he said. When Agatha didn’t move, Charles sighed heavily and went to the living room to retrieve his coat.

Before he left, he turned towards Agatha and said, “You look good Meine Blume. Call me if you ever need me.” Leaving it at that, he left the apartment.

Agatha was still glued to her seat, her eyes never leaving the small box that he placed in front of her. She shakily reached for it and could feel the tears already forming in the corners of her eyes.

When she opened in, she let out a loud sob. There surrounded by red velvet was the ring she had once picked out while they were still together. It was an Irish Claddagh ring, set in white gold with small rubies and diamonds inserted into it.

Closing the lid on the box, Agatha placed her head in her hands and let out the emotions she had been holding in for so long.

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Sorry to cut it short there but I need to get back to work! Enjoy!

-Aggie