Chapter 61: Chapter 61

DRESDEN'S POV

"Fuck you, asshole." I snapped at the man before me. The fool had the nerve to borrow a huge sum of money from me and not return it after the deadline. "All you know how to do is go out there, acting like a rich mo'fucker when you can't even pay your debt."

He coughed a little. "I'm gonna pay you back, man. Just gimme some more ti "

I didn't allow him to say more as I sent my fist straight to his mouth. "If you dare open that filthy mouth of yours to tell me to give you some more fucking time, I'm gonna rip your throat off. Get that?" I asked angrily.

Alessandro who was standing at one end of the room walked over to me. "You got a minute?" He whispered.

I groaned and looked at the man in front of me. Running my fingers through my hair, I walked out of the room.

Alessandro patted my shoulder. "You gotta calm down dude, I know it's not only the money issue that's got you this hype. Hell, you don't care about money cause you've got a lot. Tell me, bro, it's that chick, right?" Alessandro asked, raising his eyebrows.

I glared at him. "She's not a chick. Her name is Avatia, goddammit." I roared angrily, kicking the chair by me.

Alessandro raised his arms in mock surrender. "Calm your horse's man. I think you need to rest. That girl's got you...I don't even know. But she's got you hard."

I face-palmed. "I need to fly to Texas. That's where she is."

Alessandro shook his head. "No way, pal. You're going nowhere. That girl needs to heal completely before she sees you. If she sees you now, I swear it's gonna trigger her emotions, and trust me, not in a good way. Give her some time."

"But "

"There's no but here, that girl "

I glared at him and he chuckled. "Avatia needs time. How about you go home, I'll deal with things here." He said and I realized I needed the rest.

I nodded. "Thanks, man. Will see you later." I told him as I took off my jacket and walked outside.

The moment I stepped into the house, that same feeling of loneliness washed over me. I sighed and made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. I was damn hungry but there was no one to cook for me. My Avatar wasn't around to cook my favorite meal. The thought made me angry and I shot the bottle of water in my hand, grabbing my hair and pulling it out in frustration. What sort of life is this? Full of so much anger, bitterness, hatred, and misery.

Left with no choice, I ordered Italian food. With a lot of time before my order was delivered, I wandered about the house and ended up in the art room. I looked around seeing how portraits of both Neveah and Avatia were scattered around. There were also Avatia's paintings.

Maybe Alessandro was right. Maybe I have to move on and make things better.

With that thought in mind and time to spare before my meal arrived, I got to work. I took of all the portraits of Neveah as much as I thought otherwise. I got two big boxes and neatly packed them in them. There was enough room left so I arranged Avatia's own beautifully. On the other side, I arranged all the pieces of artwork she had painted when she worked for me; my eyes, my mansion, the pool at the back, the sky, and all others.

All of a sudden, a thought popped up in my mind. What if while waiting for her to heal, I set up a picture gallery for her. It's part of her dream. Yes. That's what I'm going to do.

****** WRITER'S POV

Meanwhile, back in Texas, Grace, and the doctor, Nathan was getting frustrated. In the beginning, Avatia spoke to them and gave them sad smiles. But recently, she said nothing and the only emotion she showed was sadness. In the mornings, she would go to the lake and stay there all day and in the night, she would lock herself in her room and cry.

"You need to do something. It kills me to see her that way." Grace

sobbed.

The doctor rubbed her shoulder soothingly. "It's going to be fine ma'am. It's just a phase. She's just really depressed. I'll try talking to her later."

Grace shook her head. "Not later, now doctor. Talk to her now. She's not improving." Grace begged him desperately.

The doctor sighed. "Fine then ma'am. I'll go see her now." With that, he stood up and walked outside, humming to the beats of his favorite song. He stopped at a distance just to admire how beautiful Avatia was, sitting on a rock by the lake and staring at the sky. But it saddened him to know that this girl was overly broken. She needed closure. She needed so much love. So much attention.

He then walked over to her and placed his palms on the back of her hands. She gasped, showing that she hadn't noticed his presence until then. "Hi, Ava. Was getting bored staying indoors, so I thought it wise to come to hang out with you, hope you don't mind."

She just shook her head.

"C'mon Ava, you got to talk to me. You're the only one who's around my age here.

We got to roll together. I don't even know what kind of conversation to have with

your mom. Let's talk about something. Anything." He told her, desperate for her attention.

She ignored him and just kept staring at the sky.

"Please Avatia. I'll kneel if need be. I just need a friend." He pushed her buttons with his puppy eyes and sad voice.

She sighed. "What do you want to talk about?"

This made the doctor smile instantly. "Now that's my girl! First of all, I want to know what's going through your mind."

"Nothing." She said dryly.

"Okay then. Why do you always cry at night?" He asked, threading carefully. That got her attention. "I do not cry at night."

He was going to insist but realized it was going to make her angry. "You know what, let's talk about colors instead." He suggested.

That piqued her interest and she was glad he dropped the subject of her crying at night. "Colours?"

He nodded. "Yes. What's your favorite color?"

Her lips tilted downward. "I can't remember." She said sadly.

"You don't have to feel bad for forgetting anything Ava. It's normal. Sometimes, I forgot my girlfriend's real name because I always called her pet names." He joked as he remembered why he broke up with his ex. The story made Avatia giggle. "I'm serious. I always called her babe, sugar, honey... and much more. I forgot her name."

Avatia giggled even more. "You're so cruel, doc."

The handsome man laughed. "You wouldn't blame me. Her name is Natalie and she got angry whenever I called her that. She said I had to spice up the relationship. So I spiced it up so much that it became a problem." He told her the full story and for the first time, Avitia laughed. "Were you ever in a relationship? Or did you love anyone?"

Her heart skipped a bit. She had never thought of that before. Was she in a relationship? Was she in love? What happened to her? Why could she not remember anything? She looked away and shrugged. "I can't remember."

The doctor noticed she was back to being sad. "It's fine Ava. Anyways, let's go back to colors. So far, you've been wearing white clothes, so since you can't remember your best color, we'll assume it's white, huh?"

She just nodded.

"Girls who love white are.... always clean and innocent. They're book smart but not too socially upright. They prefer seafood and red wine to burgers and soda. They're straightforward and sincere. They may not have the best love life but when they love, they love for real. But be careful, you do not want to get them angry. Uhhh. that's

all I can say for girls who love white." He laughed at the end.

Avatia was honestly impressed with what he said. "That's wonderful. Did you read that from somewhere or did you just come up with that?"

He shrugged. "What can you say? I just came up with that. Plus white's my fave." He winked.

"What about girls who love red?" She asked quite interested.

He pretended to think for a while. "First of all, they love chocolate. Then clubbing. They're both books smart and socially upright. They love life....you know what I mean, right? They love boys. They get angry a lot and are good at flirting." He laughed at the last part.

This made Avatia impressed and so they two got talking about colors until they reached black.

"About people who love black...they're always too serious. They always have time for work but not for socializing. They're almost boring. They hardly have a love life but when they love a man do they love for real. They prefer whiskey to soda, of course. They prefer staying indoors to partying. They always have a gothic aura and most of the time, is always perfect." The doctor ended, dusting off invisible dust from his shoulders and clapping for himself.

Avatar wanted to clap too, but those characteristics matched the characteristics of someone she thought she knew. From her past maybe. Or where? The thought was just unsettling. But she knew for a fact that those characteristics were matching.

Sorry for the late update. This is the last time, I promise.

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