Remo's pov
Today is July nineteen, the same day my parents died ten years ago. Today is the birthday that I celebrate with their gravestones, kneeling and staring at them. Every year I come here to visit on this specific day. When I was younger, nonna used to bring me and watch me eat the piece of the damn cake I refuse to eat away from them. But I stopped this tradition of bringing cakes, I find it silly.As I look at the picture that I keep with me always, I stare into my mom's beautiful eyes, my papa's that held the biggest love in for both me and my mama. I wait for the tears to come out but they dried off that day when I saw the assholes kill papa without mercy, his blood that stained my mama's dress that we both went to buy and meeting her blue eyes for the last time before they left me, before I was left alone.
I stormed out of the door, I remember my heart was beating so fast I thought it will pop out of my rib cage. Their blood was cold as their soulless bodies were and even more. Nobody heard my cries for help except her neither did they come to help my parents. She was a little girl, I didn't know what was she doing there. All I know is that she came and knelt beside me, asking why I was crying as we both were gazing at the see nonchalantly, she hugged me as I cried my eyes out and talked to me to ease the pain of losing both parents.
From that moment we became friends, best friends also. I used to see her secretly because I wasn't allowed to go out alone. I am the Donatiello's heir.
But everything changed when I knew that she was the daughter of the man who killed my parents. We turned into strangers because I refused to talk to her afterwards. Now, I look at her with distant eyes and she looks at my sadness, silently begging me to talk to her and break the walls I built around my heart, she remembered and came like she does every year, holding her loyalty for me instead of throwing it away. So it was her the one who put the white flower bouquet on the gravestone. She stands, hiding behind a tree. Her silent pleas are loud enough, although my heart is willing to go to her and give in, she also triggers my raging monster that is desperate for revenge. A one that will be done with my hands and will destroy her dad's empire.
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