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all the others. All of a sudden, an enormous explosion rings out. The earth trembles and a thick cloud of black smoke prevents me from seeing anything clearly. My heart beats wildly. But does his still beat at all?
I stay standing there for what feels like an eternity. Then, guided by my devastating grief, I rush forward, hoping to force my way through. A police officer intercepts me and picks me off of the ground, and I try to kick and punch my way out of his grip. Finally, the man in uniform places me on the roadside, telling me to calm down immediately. That's precisely when I hear a scrambled voice in his walkie-talkie report the estimated damage of this catastrophe. "A large number of people were present. A dozen wounded. One confirmed death." These cold and robotic words destroy me. I don't have any more strength left. I fall down to the ground, praying that it's not him. Time slips by, like my tears, which are burning, blinding.
In the general chaos, I don't immediately see the 4X4 BMW that slams on the brakes before the barricade, its tires squealing. The front door opens and when it closes I see Gabriel – alive. He hasn't seen me. My heart ignites and swells, but I'm frozen. My legs refuse to carry me anywhere. No sound comes out of my open mouth, though I feel like I'm shouting. My love, my relief, my gratitude.
Just like me a few minutes earlier, my handsome survivor makes a beeline for the police officers and grabs one violently by the neck.
“I'm Gabriel Diamonds, and that's my mansion! My son, my brother and my sister are down there. And perhaps the woman I love is also there! Tell me everything you know!” he roars.
“Mr Diamonds, I'm not able to give you that information. I'm sorry.”
“Talk, immediately! I want the truth!” My lover threatens in his broken voice.
The officer looks at his colleagues with a questioning look. Then he yields in front of the overwhelming authority of the billionaire.
“Our agents at the site have identified one fatality. The rest have a few light wounds, nothing critical.”
“Who? Tell me who died! What are you waiting for?” Gabriel shouts even louder.
The man in uniform grabs his walkie-talkie and asks the question in coded language. The metallic voice from far away responds immediately: “Eleanor Fitzgerald, deceased on-site before the emergency teams arrived.”
Shivers run down my spine. I still can't get up. My eyes remain riveted on Gabriel. He's doubled over, in pain or relieved, or perhaps both, his hands gripping his handsome face. A few yards away from me, I hear him murmur the same phrase over and over.
“Amande is alive. Amande is alive. Amande is alive.”
These words, full of emotion, finally give me the courage to get up and cross the distance that separates us. I place my hand on the trembling shoulder of my upset lover. He lifts his blue eyes towards me and they pierce through me. He's never looked so handsome. Gabriel falls to his knees, bringing me down to the ground with him. His arms are already around me, holding me prisoner, and he smothers his sobs in the hollow of my neck.
“I thought... I thought I lost you. I followed you, Amande, I chased you. You weren't at the airport, I looked for you everywhere. I thought you had gone back, that you were down there. That you were dead.”
“Gabriel, if you only knew. I never should have gone. I never should have left you.”
“But don't you understand? You just saved us! Without you, maybe we wouldn't be here.”
“Eleanor?”
“She won't come between us any longer. And she never would have been able to.”
At that instant, I realise the power of our love. It's invincible. In the middle of the screaming sirens, in the ambient chaos, I only see Gabriel. His eyes. His eyes that grabbed me the day I met him, that sent chills and flames through me, that have devastated and obsessed me. And that now promise me eternity. How many facets does my indomitable lover, my diamond in the
I stay standing there for what feels like an eternity. Then, guided by my devastating grief, I rush forward, hoping to force my way through. A police officer intercepts me and picks me off of the ground, and I try to kick and punch my way out of his grip. Finally, the man in uniform places me on the roadside, telling me to calm down immediately. That's precisely when I hear a scrambled voice in his walkie-talkie report the estimated damage of this catastrophe. "A large number of people were present. A dozen wounded. One confirmed death." These cold and robotic words destroy me. I don't have any more strength left. I fall down to the ground, praying that it's not him. Time slips by, like my tears, which are burning, blinding.
In the general chaos, I don't immediately see the 4X4 BMW that slams on the brakes before the barricade, its tires squealing. The front door opens and when it closes I see Gabriel – alive. He hasn't seen me. My heart ignites and swells, but I'm frozen. My legs refuse to carry me anywhere. No sound comes out of my open mouth, though I feel like I'm shouting. My love, my relief, my gratitude.
Just like me a few minutes earlier, my handsome survivor makes a beeline for the police officers and grabs one violently by the neck.
“I'm Gabriel Diamonds, and that's my mansion! My son, my brother and my sister are down there. And perhaps the woman I love is also there! Tell me everything you know!” he roars.
“Mr Diamonds, I'm not able to give you that information. I'm sorry.”
“Talk, immediately! I want the truth!” My lover threatens in his broken voice.
The officer looks at his colleagues with a questioning look. Then he yields in front of the overwhelming authority of the billionaire.
“Our agents at the site have identified one fatality. The rest have a few light wounds, nothing critical.”
“Who? Tell me who died! What are you waiting for?” Gabriel shouts even louder.
The man in uniform grabs his walkie-talkie and asks the question in coded language. The metallic voice from far away responds immediately: “Eleanor Fitzgerald, deceased on-site before the emergency teams arrived.”
Shivers run down my spine. I still can't get up. My eyes remain riveted on Gabriel. He's doubled over, in pain or relieved, or perhaps both, his hands gripping his handsome face. A few yards away from me, I hear him murmur the same phrase over and over.
“Amande is alive. Amande is alive. Amande is alive.”
These words, full of emotion, finally give me the courage to get up and cross the distance that separates us. I place my hand on the trembling shoulder of my upset lover. He lifts his blue eyes towards me and they pierce through me. He's never looked so handsome. Gabriel falls to his knees, bringing me down to the ground with him. His arms are already around me, holding me prisoner, and he smothers his sobs in the hollow of my neck.
“I thought... I thought I lost you. I followed you, Amande, I chased you. You weren't at the airport, I looked for you everywhere. I thought you had gone back, that you were down there. That you were dead.”
“Gabriel, if you only knew. I never should have gone. I never should have left you.”
“But don't you understand? You just saved us! Without you, maybe we wouldn't be here.”
“Eleanor?”
“She won't come between us any longer. And she never would have been able to.”
At that instant, I realise the power of our love. It's invincible. In the middle of the screaming sirens, in the ambient chaos, I only see Gabriel. His eyes. His eyes that grabbed me the day I met him, that sent chills and flames through me, that have devastated and obsessed me. And that now promise me eternity. How many facets does my indomitable lover, my diamond in the
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