UNEDITED

As candles burn in the distance creating shimmering wisps of fiery fire looping in circles. Giovanni held his breath trying to understand the pain he just endured. The silence was filled in the room that he stood in. He tried to comprehend the moments before, it was out of sight of the revelation that haunted him. He dreaded to find out in this matter, this way.

"Giovanni?"

He held his tongue metaphorically from blurting out anymore. "Catherine Borgia is leaving, today." Giovanni's eyes lit up trying to show compassion for the woman he loved since a child. "Your father has ordered her to return home." Giovanni held his lips from blurting out some sympathy, she didn't deserve it. "I wished her well." He simply stated walking away leaving the room, taking steps that haunted the memories he held in the room. He had confessed his love for her, she denied it. A flicker of hope, appeared when he stopped to see Catherine Borgia in the presence of Lorenzo, who was formally saying his goodbyes. He watched her as she let out chuckled and smiling, she looked dazzling under the sun within the presence of Lorenzo.

"Giovanni!" His expression turned blank when Lorenzo noticed him. He gestures for him to come their way he held his breaths, making his way towards them. Catherine Borgia certainly played her part well, she acted as nothing happen.

"Goodbye, Giovanni." Leaning in for a hug, she peeks a small kiss on his cheek, smiling in pure joy. Did she take pleasure in breaking his heart? Was it nothing more than a game? Was his father right about the Borgia family? Devil spawn family who want nothing more than gain power at the very thought. It was depressing to know the truth, it was certainly very enlightening to know. It causes heartbreak, which broke him in tiny pieces.

"Catherine, you must attend dinner with us tonight. You shouldn't dine by yourself tonight." Lorenzo offered the kind gesture, she smiled kindly, inhaling some deep breaths. "I love to. The Medici had been like a family to me." Those words utter heartbreak within him diminishing any positive thought he had of her. It was speckled of hatred but the glimpse of glowing light was within her, she still held his heart. He wouldn't lose her. She is first love, first everything.

"Wouldn't that be fun, Giovanni?" Lorenzo placed his hands on his shoulders smiling out of happiness. Giovanni brought his twinkling glimpse of fluttering hearts within him burst in tiny pieces. "I'm sure, it well." He sighed, showing a smile. He watched as her expression turned blank.

They both looked at each other showing some a blank look. He didn't care anymore. She still did.

The young, Medici sat in his seat, observing the beautiful golden goddess across the table who chatter with his sister Bianca and Roslin about the ideals of prices here in Florence. He sat beside John Borgia, who rambled on about one of his paintings, he made earlier.

"Your not listening to me," John broke is focus waving his hand in front of him. "You shouldn't pine for a woman who doesn't want you. You shouldn't pine for Catherine anymore. I heard from my cousin back home, she is expected to get married when she comes back." He gulped, nervously. He began to tap his foot nervously, a swarm of anxiety began to blaze within him.

Catherine's chest rose and noticed how Giovanni held a longingly look on her. He felt a ​ shimmering orb bleating him. Is the feeling of love occurring again? Or is it the feeling of hatred against the woman who rejected him countless time. He began to think wisely and felt so strongly against this proposition that whenever he thought about it

"How are you feeling?" A girl's voice asked. To his demise, Catherine stood behind him. John made him turned around. "He is heartbroken, Catherine. You broke his heart."

Immediately her eyes began to tear up, rubbing her brow, unsure of what just occurred. "Is this about the rejection, Giovanni?" She asked, unsure what to say. He felt his lips falling, he was unsure, first, he didn't want to lose her but yet, she deserve it for breaking the rustling pieces within him of the love he had for her.

The girl's reverie was splintered by the revelation. "You used me. You used me and threw me away." He taunted at her, making a scene in front of everybody. All eyes were on them. "Giovanni!" Lorenzo interjected refusing for him to yell at a girl with such high power.

"I did not, Giovanni," the blonde goddess confessed splintering herself from gasping.
"I told you, this cannot be taken further." With those words, Giovanni had enough. He left the table as voices called out for him. He had enough. What does it when the girl you have loved most of your life doesn't reciprocate the feelings?

"You're not being rational," A voice remarked, creases. "It has been many years since, I loved you. We cannot simply be together. We're not meant to be together." Catherine struggled to get those lost words out of herself.

Giovanni turned around. "You can't simply say that. Every kiss and every night we spend together. It didn't mean anything?" He replied walking straight at her holding his tongue, from blurting anything else. She shakes her head ashamed. It broke his heart. He kept walking, she held onto his hand refusing for him to go any longer.

"Stop! Please! Giovanni!"

He turned around. "Do you. .regret being with me?" The girl turned her head to the side to observe him, hearing the concern wreathing his voice

"What are you suggesting?" She asked letting go of his hand." He shook his head in false exasperation. "Do you regret ever loving me?"

The silence was left. "I'm sorry." She utter in a wrecking voice, tears fell down her face. "How fortunate I am to have fallen for you." He mocked her frustrated enough. She felt her world crashing, as did his. He didn't look back as she bailed in tears calling for his name.

Giovanni just shook his head with fond frustration. Silence settled then, cries and loud sobs were heard from where he left. She broke his heart first. Yet, there is aching feeling inside of him of being reminded of her tips of golden hair and green glittering eyes. He still loves her. He was her first, she was his.

Nothing can change that.

author note:
holy moly, this writing, I didn't. I can't. I want to thank my cousin, she helped me out. Even though she doesn't have Wattpad, she said she doesn't mind either. This is the beginning. Hope you liked it. Please comment down below what are your thoughts on Giovanni.