Mila Babinski is the most deadly assassin the underground has seen in years... all the mobsters fear her... she even fears herself. Mila lost everyone she ever cared for at a young age and the time has now finally come to get her revenge. But when...
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My life has never truthfully been my own. I have always determined my worth through the perfection of him, the cruel perfection of the way he takes away any source of happiness one might hold - the way he destroys it as if it never existed.
He took away my light, leaving me in the dark.
Now however, I always find my way back to the darkness in my head - I can't stop myself - I know I shouldn't - I should fight against it - but I guess I've now found comfort in knowing that the darkness will remain the same and that there's no more light to come and save me.
Somehow it comforts me.
But in the midst of the dim red light now shining off her skin, she entered into my life out of nowhere. The beauty that spins effortlessly around the pole up on stage caused me to remove a piece of that sense of morbid comfort of the dark replacing it with a slither of light.
A sense of hope.
I crave her, and the power she has over me. I guess you could only call us acquaintances but yet she has been living in my mind since the moment we met.
In the back of mind I keep telling myself to get as far away from her as possible so the darkness won't take over her - so he won't take over her. But for once it's my turn to be selfish.
Her...my light in the darkness.
*BUZZ BUZZ*
I quickly resort my eyes to my phone that is placed in my lap.
Our conversation isn't over son. You owe me.
Giuseppe.
I don't owe you anything. I type back in disgust.
You may not believe you owe me anything...but you owe her. Happy 18th Birthday Arabella! You didn't forget her birthday did you?
I can almost see the sarcasm off dripping the text message.
This is one of my father's favourite cards to pull because he knows how much her death affected me. There isn't one day that goes by that I'm not consumed with guilt with the fact that I had the chance to get her away from this world - away from him. I managed to lead her to her death bed without even realising it.
I knew that it was my Aria's birthday today, I never miss any of them.
I went to her grave this morning just like I did every other year with a bunch of her favourite roses. I wrote a card for her which I buried in a draw in my desk with the others hoping that no one will find them, mostly because I always write the same thing...that I miss her...that I love her...that everyday is becoming more of a struggle to breathe without her - and I mean every word.
