~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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I stood on the balcony, a glass of tequila burning in my hand, my mind spiraling back through time.
Flash back
"Promise me, Lucy. Promise me you'll tell me everything that happens to you."
She smiled, shaking her head, her silver-gray eyes glinting under the moonlight.
"Luciano, don't you think you're being a little dramatic? And way too overprotective?"
"I'm dead serious, Luciana. It's just us in this world—you, Lucien, and me. I can't afford to lose my baby sister."
She rolled her eyes and punched me lightly in the chest.
"I'm not a baby anymore. And fine—I'll tell you everything, including the very graphic details of my sex life."
I glared at her, nose scrunching in disgust.
"No boyfriends till you're forty."
She huffed and crossed her arms. "You don't get to control my life."
I raised a brow, and she groaned.
"Ugh. I'm going to Lucien. I honestly don't know who's worse between you two," she muttered, leaving with a small smile still lingering on her lips.
End of flash back
We were fiercely protective and overbearing because she was our little sister, and after what happened to our parents, I'd vowed to keep her safe.
I failed her. She's gone now, and I'll make every last one responsible bleed for it.
Francisco's dead. Daniel and Dylan are gone. Only he remains.
Dylan's last words still echo in my head, and I hate how right he was.
I'll end up hurting her—Camila.
She's my light, and I'm all shadows. If I hold on to her, I'll taint everything bright and good in her world.
I'm a poison, and she's the only one who ever accepted me—saw the monster and didn't run. She brought light into the dark void I've lived in for years.
But soon, that light will burn out. And it'll be my fault.
I failed Luciana. I won't fail Camila.
I can't be selfish. I have to let her go before she pays the price.
"Luciano," her soft voice cut through my thoughts, but I couldn't face her.
Her coconut scent, laced with the familiar musk of my cologne, filled the air—she was wearing my shirt.
I had to end this before it was too late.
"Gem, we can't keep doing this," my voice was flat, eyes fixed on the horizon.
