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Love they said, they say that love is the one thing that gives you hope in living but the person who made up the word was hurt because this shit hurt like a flame. I want to wrap myself in him and never leave but one day we will have to stop running away.
My head keeps replaying what happened that night and even if I'm better and safe but in this type of world it might happen again. The killing, and hurting others was not something I wanted but something I need to do for my family and myself. The fire in my chest to put knives in an evil heart. My heart. My bipolar heart.
But the hope I have to touch his body and go back to how we were before burns me like a flame. It's like a flame with no end, but I can't. I'm stuck in a fucking cabin with him and I can't leave because of Nikolai. yet I haven't made a move to leave. I should, run away again and again till I'm sick and die, till he learns my every way and leaves. Till I'm dead until I'm lost in the darkness, gone, till I'm lost in the fire and flames of love, anxiety, and pain.
In a cabin with Marco, Alone. This won't end well at all. After the long-awaited smoke which made me feel calmer, all I could think about was what I had done, I left without a word for two months they could have believed I was kidnapped or killed I left the only real family I hard because I was scared. Now we were both laying on the floor like two kids next to the fire in his studio art room, the rain outside was strong which made me worried for Emilio and Andrea I didn't even know where the two were or if they were mad.
"Smettila di pensare troppo, Posso sentire la furia da qui." My face turn to face his in a second and before I knew it we were close, it's not like anyone was stopping us from touching or kissing but this was wrong even if it felt so right, he was an ally a friend of my brothers my dad would never let me give away my mafia for a guy and personally I won't dare. (Stop overthinking, I can hear the rampage from here.)
"Come posso? Quando tutto quello che voglio fare è toccarti e non posso, non è giusto Enzo, non posso quando tutto quello che faccio è causare un casino" I sign, this is so stupid I can't keep running so I'm not I'll wait for the right time but right now I don't need a boyfriend I need a partner so I can kill Ivanov myself.
"How long are we staying here?"I turn to face him as I twisted his curly hair around my small fingers.
"After the storm and then we can go home." He signed in content from my fingers in his soft curly hair.
"You're going home, I have to keep killing." He argued, removing my hair he walked closer to the window as the story got stronger.
"Stop this! I don't need you to act sad I need my girl to come back to me!" His fingers touched the cold glass.
"She's gone, I hoped that I could change but you can't change yourself for someone who wants what you're not." My leg hurt like hell after the many hours of talking and sleeping but I didn't care. I took my red dress and changed, I took everything of mine and ran. I ran into the car. I knew he was behind me, yelling for me to come back but all I knew was I needed to leave.
The street was barely seeable, yet I didn't car. The car was cold and the noise in my head was loud. I could hear a car behind me as it was racing with me. That didn't matter, nothing did. I thought I was better, I knew I was but I found out what my problem was and his name was Marco. I loved him but I need him to hate me I was protective of my weakness but in reality, I just needed to end it, or him.
100 miles > Dead
200 miles > Gone
300 miles> Alone
Then white, the last thing I could remember was my head bleeding, my hands shaking as glass cut inches of my skin. Flames in the car and my heart. His voice in the background and everything once of hope gone, the memories in front of my eyes helped me let go because, in the end, it would save him. I would die before he did, that was not a hope but a promise to myself. That's the thing no one tells you, the word is goneand home is the same both mean you are hopeless.
Like me.....like us... me and my prince of darkness.
Like the said ones "everything that kills me, makes me feel alive" that Marco Lorenzo Galantí for me.
"Avalon!"
"Avalon baby, please wake up!"
"Baby, wake up please."
Nothing. That I wanted and what I feel. I could feel myself leaving so I did. Simple like how everyone else. Leave and savings.
"Emilio, please! She won't wake up, the car is on fire and she's cold. There was rain everywhere and she hit the bridge. There is so much blood, everything on her is blood, I love her"
Let me go Enzo, you did it once anyways baby.
And you will again, till I'm lost in darkness and you my King have fallen from your chess piece.
The End....
Sike, just for today! Or is it?
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Hey, my loves. I know, kill me I took too long to write but I will write more just having writer's block and a bit of trama to get ideas from. Lol. Hope you like today's chapter and expect a lot from their story. These two will go through a lot and this is the beginning.
