TROUBLE

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This is the Cecilia Inspo!! Imagine her however you want!! <3

Cecilia's POV

Loneliness is strange.

But at the same time it feels so familiar, so welcoming.

You embrace it because it seems like a last resort.

I am being slightly dramatic. I am literally sat alone at home in the kitchen waiting for my dinner to cook.

My papa has also been the type of person who would love to cook for the family, to care for the house himself. So in this huge ass mansion we take care of everything. The cooking, the cleaning, the maintenance. Everything.

It is admirable really, my papa works everyday of the week, endless hours every day yet still find the time to sit down to have a family dinner and spend time with the family. Every. Single. Day.

The trait has passed onto all of my brothers. They cook when papa is too busy. They spend time with me and with the others.

That was why my family has such a close knit bond, why they are my everything, and vice versa.

But tonight, Tuesday, I was all alone. It was a good thing though it gave me time to reflect on the last 10 days.

It's been 10 days since the drama with my family, spending a few days with Miles, making amends with Papa and Adriano.

But at the same time I haven't made amend with Rocco or Giovanni.

I haven't seen Rocco at all to be honest. Papa and Cyrus said he was away for business in London and was due back a few days ago but he hasn't shown up. Just not talking to him, even seeing him round the house makes me realise how much his presence impacts me. How much I love him. He was my oldest brother, my biggest protector.

Growing up he was the one that tucked me into bed at night, or taught my Italian. He would sit through my babbling nonsense like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

And there is Giovanni. He's been at the house everyday, he just come home ridiculously late. He is either coming home littered in cuts and bruises, drunk, or in a complete haze.

He has seem me once or twice and has just avoided eye contact with me, one night he even looked at with regret but it was soon replaced with a glare and him mumbling incoherently.

Each of my brothers and I share something with one another as a symbol of our love and I guess our support.

With Rocco I share a small gold ring that we both wear on our pinkies, it was given to me on my 14th birthday and it still fits perfectly. His is engraved the roman numerals of the day I was born, whereas mine simply has 'Ti amo' engraved on the inside of the ring.

Adriano and I also have a ring, but these sit on our thumbs. He has worn his since I was born, and at first my ring was actually my baby bangle. But when it got too small we had it changed into a ring.

Giovanni gave me a necklace when I was 11 that was a small butterfly and I have never taken it off since the day I got it. But Giovanni got a butterfly tattooed on his shoulder to match.

Now mine and Cyrus's caused quite an uproar in the family. On our 18th birthday we both went out and got tattoos. It was both of our first ones (yep, we both have multiple now). We saw a snake design and found it perfect. We both have it tattooed around our wrists, like it is wrapped around it.

I am brought out my thoughts by the timer of the oven going off, and without thinking my fingers were fiddling with the necklace around my neck. I smile sadly to myself. Just hoping and praying that Giovanni and I can resolve this thing between between us soon.