𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 [ 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚. ]

Chapter 33: Tartaglia

Everything seemed fine.

It's been months since the two of them finally found peace and tranquility in this place. No fights, no problems, no negative events.

And Tartaglia couldn't ask for more. It's been enough, more than enough.

But, there's still something that's tugging on his heart.

Like a string that's forcefully pulling him back to where he came from.

Shnezhnaya.

The man wanted to have a life with you, but he also wants you to meet his family. He's been thinking about this, and it's hurting him to know that his siblings would be heartbroken when they know the news.

Him being dead could cause great loss for his younger siblings, especially Teucer who really looked up to him.

How did he become so selfish without him realizing it?

He wished that everything would just be as normal without any of those events coming up.

He wished that he would normally have a good relationship with your older brother, him introducing you to his family and siblings.

He should be happy, happy that you're finally with him for so many hardships.

But why does he feel so empty?

Is it because of the longing of being with his family?

Or something else?

"Are you okay?" Your voice startled him from his deep thoughts as he looked over in your direction to see you staring at him with a worried look.

He gave you a smile and nodded, "Yes! I'm fine, Love." He replied.

"Liar," you said as you sigh and then took a seat beside him. You hold his hand gently as you look at him, "What's wrong?" You asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

Tartaglia sighed in defeat, "I guess I'm getting homesick," He said, attempting to give you a smile, but it failed in your gaze.

"You know that's not the truth," You said, raising a brow at him whilst giving him a stern gaze.

"I hate it when you know me too well," He said as he paused, slightly glaring at you, "I'm worried about my family. They're going to know about my fake death, and my younger siblings are going to be heartbroken," He said as he sigh.

This is difficult for him to bear. He loves his family, but he couldn't do anything to tell them that he's really alive.

Because if he did.

He'll be putting their lives in danger.

Without any words from you, you quickly pulled him into a hug. Tartaglia sigh as he succumbed to your embrace, hugging you a bit tightly, as if his actions were saying that don't let go.

The thoughts in his head suddenly became quiet, and the heaviness that he felt was gone.

"I'm so sorry it had to be this way, Ajax," you said to him as you gently run your fingers to his ginger locks, "I wished too that we would have a normal life without running away from something," You said as you broke the hug and kisses his forehead.

"I really don't mind...But It's so difficult not of think about my family getting sad over my fake dead body," He replied as he hold both of your hands, squeezing them gently.

If only there was another way to resolve any of this.

But there wasn't.

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.

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It was morning.

He can hear the distant sound of chicken from the nearby farm. Tartaglia looked over to the other side of the bed to see your form sleeping. His dream came true, the dream of him waking up beside you in the same bed, and living with you in the same house.

It all came true.

But the thought of his family just brought back the heaviness in his heart.

Maybe he'll just have to get use to it.

After all, he doesn't want to bring anymore stress and danger to everyone, including you.

Tartaglia got up from the bed as he stretched. It was getting cold, so he grabbed his red button shirt and head out to make you some breakfast.

✧

"Morning," He greeted with a smile.

He chuckled at your sight, seeing you in your pajamas with your hair all over your face as you groggily mumbled 'good morning'. He walked towards you as he gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Get yourself ready, the breakfast will get cold," He said as he smiled at you and then eventually pushed you out of the kitchen for you to get ready.

You mumbled something as you yawned and head upstairs to change into your usual clothing.

'I love her so much. And I'll do anything to make her happy.'