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Those tattoos, I remember those like the back of my hand, I drew them. I have no idea why he had taken me to the gallery that night after the whole situation I expect him to be annoyed.
But I knew something for certain, He was Lorenzo. I have no idea how but I only remember him having that tattoo there was no way anyone could have it exactly the way he did since I drew it for him, I even hide my initials 'AD' on the matchbox.
But I could not let him know I knew who he was. He needed to tell me to explain to me his real reason for leaving to at least kiss me and let me know he was safe now. I felt confused because it also met he was lying to me in our relationship because how could a normal kid be a mafia leader now? he wasn't normal and either way I still I need to hear him say he was sorry.
"You really shouldn't smoke," He spun around to face me from the bed. We were now back at the yacht and he had made me sit in his room for an hour since I 'acted like a child' when I told them I didn't want to pack tonight. And that didn't go too well since it was now five in the morning and I still was on the floor of his bedroom packing while he was on the bed 'watching over me' which was a lie he was sleeping, mostly.
"You were smoking the night we met," I laugh at his stupid words. "You just don't want me to smoke because I'm a girl." I put the last pair of joggers into the suitcase that was placed on the floor.
"No, just don't smoke alone," he stated taking the cigarette off my lips and placing it on his, then he pulled me closer by my neck and let the smoke go inside my mouth as he watched. "See good girls losing to their man," he then kissed me and laid back on his bed as I siped up the suitcase.
"Since when am I yours?"
"Since the night we met," he set up now to give me his attention.
"That was a month ago, too soon dude."
"Not that night, The real night we met which I know you know." I stood up from the floor making my way to him over the black covers.
SHIT....
I give him a weird look before kissing his lips once again. "I think that cigarette is getting to your head Galantí, "I laughed this time and fell neck to him on the bed.
"No, but you are."
I stayed in silence for a few minutes just to notice he had to feel asleep so I pulled the block covers over us and pulled his arms around meaning I tried to fall asleep too. This felt normal sharing something so simple as a cigarette and staring at him made me feel at ease for the first time in years it made me feel at home.
To see his art brought back so many beautiful memories from when I used to be with Enzo and I feel guilty trying to compare the two completely different people before most of his paintings showed flames, either as the main focus or the background, this made me understand how blind I was to not notice who he was. I loved him and yet I was acting as if I didn't know who he was to protect my own heart.
