Cortello - D'Angelo (Old)

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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 - 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘰𝘵

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Waking up for school on Monday morning, the first thing my eye landed on was the blinding sunlight spilling in my curtains that were left open the previous night. Seconds of rubbing my eyes and adjusting to the light, my eyes found the jewellery adorning my beside table. Two rings and an open locket, the clasp that held it closed having been broken.

Number one on the list of things I had to do when I saw my brothers was to give it back to its rightful owner (and hope and pray that I didn't get blamed for breaking it).

At breakfast when the nine of us were seated -Damon and Xander extended their stay at Aiden's and Dari and Luci had already gone to work- the locket made an appearance on the table from being clutched tightly in my hand.

"I found this..." My voice was slightly raised to get everyone's attention, which worked, "on the stairs last night." I was kind of regretting speaking up because everyone's attention on my was making me nervous, "I...uh didn't know who it belonged to so I just kept it? Until now, obviously."

"It's mine." The gold chain laced with Elijah's fingers and he picked it up off the table and inspected the damage.

Everyone else went back to talking about whatever it was they were talking about before I interrupted them.

"I found it broken." I rushed out before he could try to blame me for it breaking.

Elijah spared me a small glance and dismissed it with a small wave, "It's fine, I can just get it fixed."

"Oh." I muttered dumbly.

"Hm."

Believe, I tried hard to restrain myself from asking questions that I didn't have to but curiosity got the better of me. Leaning over to inspect the two pictures inside the locket as Elijah did, I asked, "Who are these people?"

Elijah's eyes snapped to meet mine.

I couldn't maintain eye contact for very long and looked away almost instantly, "I mean, obviously, I know the solo one is me," It was one of the pictures taken from my baby photoshoot a few months after I was born, "and the other is a family photo. But, like, whose family photo?"

"Ours." Elijah answered simply.

At my confusion, he clarified, "Ours while your mom was still pregnant with you."