She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 36 ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: ᵍᵃˡᵃ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉᵒ ʳᵒˢˢⁱ... . . . The bar wasn't crowarded. There might have been three other gentlemen standing next to Matteo. But he didn't seem to notice.
The slow beat of the music resounded around the large ballroom.
Matteo wanted to go home. He had better things to do than to stans here and shake men's hands. Acting like he was the beast they all knew he was.
When the blad man came and started talking to him, Matteo zoned out. As soon as the words "you were so good in your prime" like it was a good thing that he could kill a man without a second thought.
That he could torture someone and not feel a think. What kind of person does that and doesn't feel a thing?
"Your father would be so proud of you." Was what the man said before he walked away. Matteo didn't know his name, he didn't care. He didn't want anyone to talk about his father.
His father was no more than a father than the rock collection Enzo had as a child.
He raised killers, as if it was a normal Tuesday thing.
He watched and praised Matteo for cutting off a man's ear. He laughed when just six year old Matteo didn't want to hold the bloody knife anymore.
Matteo thought himself as a bad person since he was happy for his father to be dead.
Not many kids had parents. And here he was happy his father had died all those years ago.
Matteo pushed off the bar counter and walked to the doors. He just needed to breathe for a moment. He felt like he was choking in that room.
From all the people wanting to talk to him, all the people that would touch him. All the thoughts of all the things that could go wrong. And the memories of the last time he was at a gala running through his mind.
He couldn't seem to breathe.
As he crossed the room to a pair of doors, a tune played through the room that made him stop in his tracks.
The same song that he had danced with Athena too. The song where he thought her how to dance.
How she stepped on his toes more times than he could count. How many times she would give him that small smile she had. How she looked almost shy, when he had thought shr could never be shy a day in her life.
Matteo needed to get out if here. He needed to get Ford and leave. He needed out.
His heart rate picked up as he started to panic. The lights seemed to bright for his vision.
He ducked his head and went to search for Ford.
The sound of feet squeaking on the dance floor clawed at his ears. He could see and hear everything. He could see how the man's shoes didn't match his pant legs and how he wanted to go up to said man and slap him for it.
What kind of person wears fucking green shoes with a black suit? Stupid stupid.
His head pounded as the music rang in his brain like a battle cry. A reminder of all he had lost.
He pushed through the crowd as his head ache got worse. It was like the walls were falling in on him.
He pushed through a door, finding a small hallway. His head in his hands as he pushed his body againist the wall beside him.
He slid to the ground. His breath came in short burst as he gasped for air.
He didn't even know there was someone else in the hallways until the person knelt next to him.
He couldn't breathe.
A hand was pressed againist his chest, it was as if someone had shocked him. His head was thrown back as he gripped the hand on his chest.
The hand steadied him. It helped him get his breath back in line. His eye lids opened and for a moment he thought he was dead. His vision was white, everything in his sight was white.
Then when the world faded back into frame. A face was infront of him.
