Sergio Agosta was a killer who hid behind a charming smile - but a killer nonetheless. He'd learnt the hard way that actions always had consequences. Which was why he was going after the one thing that would be his one and only shot at revenge - the...
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Two months later
Love hurts. Love heals. At least that's what I'd been told. Only the second part didn't apply to me. Love hadn't only hurt me - it had wrecked me. Shattered me. Ruined me. But I was still standing, despite it. That was what mattered. It had been two months. Two long, dreadful months since I'd boarded the flight from Palermo to London. Two months since I'd felt my first heartbreak.
Two months since I'd started living with my mum again because the lease on my old apartment had run out due to non payment of rent. I'd somehow managed to get back my internship at the firm that I was previously working at after handing them a doctor's certificate that said that I had been seriously ill for the past few months rendering me unable to work or get out of the house. As shitty of an excuse that was, they welcomed me back with open arms, happy to have one of their top interns back at work. I was still going to school, mostly keeping to myself. The novelty of having disappeared for so many months eventually wore off along with the curious stares that were more often than not sent my way. Now I was just invisible. The only people that I interacted with were my teachers - conversations that solely pertained to work and any assignments. I was a shell of the woman I was before. Mum could see it. I could see it, for fuck's sake. But I had finally come to accept that this was how it was going to be for a little while, at least.
The moment that I had melted into Mum's arms that day two months ago, she had made me a cup of Earl Grey, reminding me of Nonna which promptly made me burst into tears. I hadn't even gotten to say goodbye to her. After several hours of recounting everything that had happened over the past six months, I had collapsed into bed but not before asking my mum the one question that had been on my mind for so long.
How did she know about the Agostas?
She'd only replied by saying that the two years that we'd lived in Italy, the Agosta family had been infamous for terrorising the city of Palermo. She hadn't looked me in the eye when she said that, which I found odd. But I let it go. Because I didn't have the energy in me to go digging for things that I wasn't ready to face yet.
Mum had obviously been devastated at how I'd found out the truth about Dad. But what she didn't know was that that hadn't hurt me as much as the devil's betrayal had hurt. When I'd finally finished telling her everything, just before heading to bed, she'd told me one thing that rang true in my head, even today.
Men like Sergio Agosta are only satisfied when they ruin, when they hurt a woman. Men like him are sadists. So it's for the best that you left him.
I had nodded my head at that time, but in my heart, I knew that Sergio Agosta was the furthest from a sadist. He didn't get off on hurting me - at least that's what I liked to tell myself to console my ever aching heart.
Truth be told, I don't think I could revert back to the old Gianna. The Gianna before Sergio. From now on, my life would probably be divided into three parts. Before, during and after him. I don't think I even wanted to go back to the old me. Slowly but surely, I knew I'd find a way back again. I'd learn to love and appreciate all the little things in life. I'd learn to cherish the memories I'd made in Italy without my heart breaking all over again. It'd happen someday. But until then, I'd push through. Just like I always did. Someday, a few years from now, I'd thank Sergio Agosta for burning me. For trying to douse the fire in me. Because it only made me a helluva lot stronger than I was before. Everything would align in my life now. I'd just have to continue working hard to become the best lawyer out there - just as it had been my dream before my life went to hell. Before he'd tainted me.
One day, I'd look back and smile at what I'd gone through. Because I'd see my scars. It'd be a reminder to not repeat the same mistakes again. A promise to protect my heart from the devil. And I'd be damned if I ever broke that promise.
THE END...NOT REALLY
"this isn't goodbye, this is simply see you later."
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