*Isabel's POV...*

I found myself fluttering my eyes open, trying to inhale air in my lungs, finding it very hard to breathe.

When I looked around, I found the room I was in to be foreign and new. I looked around, intended and confused.
The door then swung open and I gasped a little.

I couldn't focus and see clearly when I looked at the figure that was entering the room. When the figure went closer to I had my repulse to back away, terrified and clueless.

"Honey, honey, it's alright. It's me." I heard the figure'a sweet soft voice say then as I took my breath, my sight cleared upon realizing who the owner of the voice is.

With a clearer sight I have ascertained who the person was. My mom. She caressed my cheeks gingerly, worry within her touch.

The pain I felt in my head was excruciating, and adding the feeling of hyperventilation. It sucks actually.
"What happened?" Was the first thing that crossed my mind and what my throat voiced.

"Somebody found you outside a church, passed out..." She told me quietly and then the church played back in my mind. I was baffled.

Why was I there?

I then had myself clutching the sides of my head, trying to stop my loud sobbing as everything is starting to flashback in my head.

He and I walking to Saint Mont Michel.

Him talking to me.

Then he started to cry.

I tried to wipe his tears away.

Countless..

But then he ceased me.

By embracing me.

No matter how much I struggled,

He never unhanded me.

He was whispering things to me.

He kissed me..

He let go of me...

Then...

T-then..

He left me...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Waking up from my slumber, not being aware of myself sleeping suddenly again, I slowly sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

I looked around and found a clock on the wall, reading 8:00 am. Wait? How?
If I remember it correctly the last time I awoke was still friday? Is it sunday already? Just assuming though...

Confusion is written on my face as I looked around for anybody to ask until the door swung open and a guy with brunet hair and magenta orbs entered.

For a second, I thought of fixing my hair and thinking how long I've been here at this surprisingly nice bed. But... I'm at a hospital... Again...

I wasn't intimidated at all by the guy. He looked a well fine specimen. That bb face tho~

Snap out of it!

He gave a small soft smile to me and yep, I felt little chills crawl down my spine and not in the bad way though.

He made his way to me and I noticed a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Then he handed it to me. And I felt myself blush all of a sudden and I averted my eyes a little in embarrassment.

Yes, just the way you treat a total hot assed stranger. And I got to laugh at that.

But he doesn't seem normal nor a stranger though.

"How can I help you?"

I tried to speak politely and found a sore throat of my own. "I'm astounded.
I should be the one asking you that ragazza." I could feel my cheeks heat up more and this time I really had to look away.

His ambiance doesn't seem to be the nicest but there is something within him that is hard to solve. It's hard to see if he was thinking of good or bad or him being either of it.

He looked pretty unique...

What the hell am I saying though?

Stop your fantasies...

"Francisco Villegas, príncesa. Isabel... Veneziano, sí?"

So he really isn't some kind of stranger.

I mean...

People I meet knows my name as 'Isabel Sono' see? Sono, Veneziano.

And I don't have two acc.s for each of my social stuff for no reason~

I nodded and took a whiff from the very nice scented flowers he gave me, it felt soothing actually. He took a sit beside me and then continued on,

"Your name sounds very much like of  Italian." He said, then fixing his tie, his hypnotizing orbs looking into mine then onto his clothing. "Oh, that? I'm not exactly European or Italian. I may live in Japan but my hometown is at Washington. Though I cannot deny the fact that my parents' parents are from Europe. Here." As long as I spoke, I felt comfortable and a little better to speak.

I'm glad he wasn't one to beg for questions or answers. You know, that kind of a very curious person. I then remembered a certain somebody again.

I didn't want to think about it for now... But I'm sure... I'll have all my time given to him once I get back.

He nodded to me and gestured a smile and I continued on. "What time and day is it by the way?" I asked and he mused for a second before answering.
"It's Saturday already, hon. And half past nine." He answered politely bit still with that husky voice of his.

Ohhhhh... Stop that voice.. It reminds me of him..

Then the door opened and a low voice spoke, being followed by some more footsteps behind the person. "I see, you've met him." My father said in his usual not so optimistic voice. "Who?" I followed and he walked closer and I saw Jirah and my mom behind him. They both looked relieved.

"Francisco. He is the son of Mr. Villegas, the CEO of our company's branch here in France. Seems like, you're getting along well."

That explains his nice face.

That pride he held on each of his step.

The class of his that perhaps is a high one.

And the— wait up, we're in France right?

"But father.. Why does his name seem Italian?" I asked, baffled. I just went to a hell bent, so don't give me the no answer faces here. I'd be really outraged.

"It's because his family holds the branches at France and Italy. And he is half Italian and English." If I was a commoner, I would have had my jaw on the floor... Wait no, my mandible on a cliff.

Like, no way!

And from the fact it is said Branches. We are the tree of that. I am possibly the heir. I wish a had a bro though— wait.. Nah, let's not talk about that.

Without further ado, I had myself filled with information because I've had myself full of questions for a while now and if I make up another question in my head and leave it blank, I'll go nuts.

I asked why I needed to be in a hospital when it is just an asthma attack I had.

I asked what it is with Franco, (yes, that is what I wanted to call him and he looks amused and satisfied with it) and figured out that he wanted to meet me and guess what? He's coming with me in Japan.

Like what we're here for, specifically, business and a little vacation, went out to be pretty fun aside from one thing.

Though... No matter how much I wanted to get a peace ofind, he suddenly pops out of my head.

I then remembered the words he said.

To fulfill the promise I said.

And of course, nobody defied his holy presence because his presence was the only one that satisfied me the way he wanted.

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I currently am on a private plane with Franco. Yep, I'm goin' home. With attendants and this hot specimen.

My fam? Jirah, luckily, can stay longer. My mom, well, doesn't want her by herself even if father is there too, but well, too busy and business still needs to be finished. It must have been pretty difficult, no?

Me? Hell is close. I might be chomped on by dogs if I escape from it. Everyone probably knows what I meant.

The whole ride was silent, that is, until Franco breaks the ice and starts a conversation. I'm glad he does at times during the ride or I would have been overthinking again.

I got along well with Franco, and whether you say it or not, he seems to have his way with people. He plays it cool and looked very wise and manipulative at the same time.

His company is very nice. Any girl would be contented in this kind of situation; a private plane, with a cool hot guy, and just them enjoying their time, yeah right.

But... This...

It doesn't feel so right...

I felt empty...

I've been a dramatic piece'a shit.

But there is no way in hell I could solve that so easily even if I'm a geek with mysteries.

I have a chance to find him. To see him.

And there only is one.

To fulfill my promises.

"Daryl..come back... I miss you."

*×*×*

Where could Daryl be?
What happened to him?
What role will Franco play?
Will Isabel find the answers about the person she seeked?

There only is one way to find out and you know how my loves~

So, so, so, guess what? I guess that this insomnia case is done! A guess that is. Possibly, it turns out to be acute? Not a dangerous case though but like having the condition for a period of time. A relief that I can feel tired and sleepy already at around of 10-11 which a person like me would find normal but for me to stay up until 1, just meant, I'm hooked up with something lol.(06-05-18)
Though we'll never be sure. (From the fact that I haven't gotten a check up for god knows how long lol)

Btw, btw,
Franco Villlegas, he wasn't part of the book originally but as the book was being edited, plot twisted here and there and yep, Franco has a lil reference from 'Luciano Vargas' if you know who that fic. Character was.

Well anyways,

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-Bella
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