"For the future never holds the truth only trouble." -The Author
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Darkness, the cold scary feeling of being alone in a space that holds the unknown. In the last few years, it's all I see, from the way I grew up to how I was treated as a child. Darkness can be terrifying to a young girl who feels alone, but Avalon D'Angelo on the other hand found peace in the dark nights. After all, it was a dark and cold night when I met him.
The dark soul, the match that set me on fire. He was as much mine as I was his, but as life goes, love never lasts forever. Sometimes it's even a lie just like all the past people I know. Lorenzo Amoretti, the greatest liar of my life, the traitor who set me on fire and never put it out.
The only difference is now the fire turned as cold as Ice and the flame turned blue but it's not hot anymore just a reminder that it was once boiling, now the flame remains with air and no gas, like an engine with no power.
Lost in the middle of the dark.
Over the years my father made me go on missions worldwide to keep him out of my mind. But like drug addiction, it only worked for a while. From Milano to Russia, to London, and now Monti Carlos I've killed. Not a single soul but my family knows who I am, the Phoenix that burns to live.
I am the Phoenix, the flame that can only be found in the dark. The mass killer of the American. The one who can't and won't love. Not again at least.
That's what I have told myself in the past years, over the past miserable six years I've had to believe those words but just because I don't believe I can love doesn't necessarily make it true. I loved it once but it only left me in the cold rainy night in the back of a movie theater when I was sixteen. Now, I'm in Moscow the place I despise the most. Looking for something I believe would never be part of my life a marriage certificate. A fucking arrange one, of course.
Over the past years, a lot has changed, I'm no longer friends with nor even like to talk with my twin brother except for missions. He's a complete asshole but at least he's pretty good at killing something we at least share with our father, the only decent person in my life at the moment. The father, who taught me how to play the piano when I was Young, the man who made sure I worked on cars every day, so I could one day, build my own. My first love story.
Can't say the same about my mom, I used to be close to her but now I just feel like I'm talking to a stranger. Someone exactly like my brother, a bitch.
She's the reason I had to take a flight from Seattle to Moscow to rob an arrogant Russian of a paper I never signed.
She tried to arrange for me to marry Nikolai Ivanov the leader of the Russian mafia. Without my knowledge or my father's.
