"You ripped my dress"
"You broke my nose"
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She learns to trust him. She will give him everything.
Daughter of a mafioso, her life comes down to not existing. She is the center of their worries and yet she only asks to get o...
My ribs are healed. That's a good thing. I am back in London, spending time with my mom and my brothers. That's another good thing. I cut my dad out of my life after realising he was the one ordering the strike against her house. That's... something. I've been crying for days. My heart aches. I feel like dying. She was my number one reason to live. She was the one holding my heart and taking care of it. Nothing will ever replace her. No one. It doesn't feel like when I lost her, after she found out I was in the special force. No, nothing to do with that. A part of me disappeared, a part of me doesn't exist anymore. And I'll never get it back. She is dead.
She is gone.
I am in a friend small apartment, not far from my mother's place. My friend lent it to me for a while, because she will be moving in with her boyfriend soon anyways, so she is not using the place.
Y/n would have loved it. Nothing compared to those big houses she used to live in. A small cosy apartment. The apartment is a dream. I know she would feel at home right away. It has the cute kitchen connected to the living room. Then stairs that bring us in this super sweet bedroom with a small bathroom in the back. I have no idea why my friend even wants to move in with her boyfriend. This place is too beautiful.
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I had just come out of the shower when my mom came by. She brought cookies. Yay.
Talking with my mom is always recomforting. And I told her everything. How I had messed up. How I don't want to do anything anymore. How I lost the love of my life for good. She didn't say much, she listened. The thing that stuck in my head, is what she said before leaving.
"Things will never get back to the way they were, put I promise something better will come knock at your door, son. Maybe it will not fix your heart, but it will alleviate your suffering."
Then she kissed my cheek and left.
I was cleaning up the two cups we used to drink tea, thinking about nothing. I was basically staring into space. "Alleviate my suffering" I whisper to myself.
