(This book has been revised and edited. Enjoy :)
Winter Maria Lykaios is a 16 year old girl with a fucked up past. Coming from a mafia family, the Greek mafia at that, life wasn't easy for her. With her parents giving her up when she was only 6 yea...
(n.) - to find healing by the process of forming scars
Pronounced: sick-a-trize
⚠️Warning! The following scenes contain mentions of self harm! It will start and end at the bullet point! Read at your own risk! Also, under no circumstance am I saying that self harm is ok, these are just Winter's feelings!⚠️
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•3rd person pov•
"What do you remember?"
"About what?"
"Everything."
"Well, I know my full name is Winter Maria Lykaios. My twin, Wonder Mario Lykaios, we looked identical when we were little. I have 7 older brothers, including you, two grandparents, two aunts and uncles, and 9 cousins. I turned 16 two months ago on September 28th. I remember playing in the garden with our water guns. I remember all the pranks we used to pull on each other. I remember how Nonna used to make her cookies. They were so warm and gooey. I used to have medium brown hair until I dyed it the colors it is now. I dyed it last year on my 15th birthday." (Italian- Grandma)
"Why did you dye it?"
"I don't know. It just... it felt like something Wonder and I would've done if we were together."
"Wonder said the same thing when he dyed his last year... You know, ever since you left, Wonder hasn't been the same." Lorenzo comments as he parks the car in the garage. They had just arrived home after Winter had discreetly texted Charlie to send someone to pick up the car.
Walking into the mansion, Winter couldn't help but move her head from side to side, glancing at the walls and furniture that have yet to change. As she did so, she took notice of the pictures on the walls. All of them include Alyssa, Dion, the boys, herself, and her family. However, all of the pictures stop once she reaches the age of six.
"I guess I figured. I mean, call it twin telepathy or a sister's intuition, but... it's almost like... I could feel it. Anything and everything he feels, I feel it too and I guess it's the same way with him. It's hard to explain. You know what I mean." She says, not knowing how to explain, but knowing her eldest brother would understand.
And It's true, he does. Being a twin himself, Lorenzo knows exactly what Winter is talking about. There were times where Vincenzo was shot in his shoulder or leg and Lorenzo could feel the pain his twin was feeling. He might not have gotten hit, but he could feel the pain just as much as Vincenzo could. It was only more bearable since he wasn't the one bearing the injury. The same would be said for Vincenzo.
"Well, here we are. We redecorated it a couple of times, but Wonder didn't want anyone to touch your room after we redecorated this time. He's the one who made most of the decisions." Lorenzo stated as he opened the black door with her name embellished in a gold color. Winter looks inside to see the most magnificent room. Most people would think Winter would be horrified to see a room so bright. They would think she prefers darker colors, black out curtains, and skulls on her blankets. But as people say, looks can be deceiving.
