"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬."
The caporegime of a world-renowned mafia, he could swoon the heart of any girl in the room, love was just a game and the wo...
Dusk creeped up on the vibrant meadows, streetlights ignited brightly amongst the bustling streets. And suddenly, Juno felt at peace. The calm jazz music playing from a distance-- the warm scent of croissants escaping the local bakery.
It's been a week since her father's wake, and the melancholy mysteria that coated her has been rather quiet ever since.
She took a turn on W 59th St and continued down Grand Army Plaza. There's nothing she'd like more than to snuggle into her warm bed sheets and spend her night reading a good book. Just a few more blocks.
The night grew dimmer, and her home was right around the corner. She picked up the pace in each step, the pebbled pavement of the alleyway shortcut created melodic coherence.
Then finally, she was home safe and sound.
She inserted the key and fiddled with the lock a few times before the rough-sided hinges squeaked at the force of Juno's grip.
"I'm back!" She exclaimed, hoping her voice would travel throughout the complex without effort. She kicked off her shoes and left them by the rack.
The apartment was quite simple. Small yet comfy with mediocre room space.
Juno rested her glasses on the shelf by the entrance, gliding her fingers on the leaf of the replicated plant as she walked.
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"Mom? Elowen? Haven? I made it back in one piece, and I'm about to make it everyone's problem."
A thorough slam came from the kitchen.
"This is difficult for you, I know. But you have to keep your word. You know what happens when one fails to follow through with their agreement."
"To hell with the agreement, and to hell with you! I just need time to think."
Juno dropped her bag and rushed to the kitchen following the muffled quarrel.
She stopped at the doorway, as she saw a tall man in all black with heavy-set shades hanging at the collar of his leather jacket's pocket.
Her stance was emotionless. She then realized, this was the same man from the funeral and the park. Millions of questions overwhelmed her mind, but only one could make it to the surface.
"Who are you?"
He turned to her mother whose face was flustered. She fluffed her dress and came around the counter to face her daughter. Struggling to cough up any words that could even come close to an explanation.
"Mom...?" Juno asked, now worrisome.
The faint smell of cinnamon was always the first thing Juno would notice before entering her home, it was the only sign of comfort she had in this moment.. The vibe was intense and full of mystery.
