The grey-eyed boy hesitated to enter through the doors. He was afraid. What will happen if his father gets to know about this? He will probably get a nice beating like he did the other day—his swollen lips are reminded of the horrors when his father caught him meeting her.
He knows he should stay away from her; after all, he is supposed to hate her. Her life was destined to end at his hands. At least that's what he has heard for about half of his 13 years old existence.
"You need to avenge your mum's death, boy."
His father's voice rang in his ear, but he shook his head and took a deep breath before pushing the door.
This was the last time he was going to meet her. Never again. He nods to himself. 'Yes, I will never come here again', he thought. He does that every time, promising himself something he can never act upon.
He walks through the corridors, greeting older men and women with a polite smile. His smile grew wider on seeing the little girl playing the same tune he taught her a few weeks ago.
"You came." The girl giggled as she ran to hug him.
"What happened to your lips?" The girl tried to touch his face, but he was too tall for her reach. He kneels.
"I-I fell from stairs, don't worry." He pats her head.
The girl was too young to understand the horrors of the dark world. Her uncle and aunt took care of her like their own. But little did she know how her life would turn 180 degrees because of this raven-haired boy.
"Do you want to hear it?" She grins, too excited to show him what she learned in her piano class the day before yesterday.
The boy nodded. "Yes".
She claps her hands like a child and perches on the piano stool.
She played, and he listened, occasionally correcting her and teaching her a new rhythm. This is how they spent their Sunday evenings at that nursing home.
"Will you come to see me playing when I get old and wrinkly like Jenna?" 8-year-old Caterina scrunched her nose, pointing towards a fat, wrinkled lady knitting sweaters in the corner.
"Won't you have a family when you get old?" The boy smiled.
"I will stay by your side, though."
The boy shook his head, laughing at her childishness.
"Marry me when I get older!"
Niccolò stopped laughing. All of a sudden, his eyebrows frowned.
"I-I can't."
"Promise me" She took her pinky finger.
"I can't promise that, Caterina." He tries to convince the girl.
"Why? You don't like me?" She says in a low voice.
"I-"
Tears are brimming in the corner of her beautiful blue eyes.
"Okay, I promise.." The girl giggled. "Pinky promise?"
"Yes..pinky promise." He chuckled as he booed her little nose.
I was in the towel drying my hair when I heard a knock at the door.
"Who's there?"
"It's me.." I sighed as I hurried towards the door, grabbed a bathrobe and tied it against my body.
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From Heart With Hate
Romance'From Heart With Hate' is a doomed love story between the Italian gang lord Niccolò DeVille and Caterina Angelo, a 21- year- old girl who was born with an inescapable fate of death. She must die for him to find salvation. Will Caterina be able to s...
