𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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He took me by surprise.
The kind of surprise that would leave you rotting on the inside, leaving bits and pieces of you shattered on the inside—unfixable, untameable.
I had felt utterly shattered—my heart had dropped and splattered all over the ground in an unbeaten rhythm, almost nearly stopping at default.
Even if the process of realising that the man I love was the enemy all along, it still managed to set into my heart and break it a million times all over again.
But the pain I felt seeing him drop to the ground with a bullet through his chest was something I'd never recover from.
It was a different kind of pain.
Amongst all that I had found out, all that I had known, I still cared so fucking deeply for the boy who broke my heart for the second time in my life.
The clear sight of blood pouring from his stomach, the distraught discolouration forming through his ivory skin as seconds passed of him standing, stumbling, and finally collapsing.
I felt my heart shatter all over again.
Not only did it shatter me, but it also broke me. Tears fell all night long, the resonant wrenching feeling of not knowing if he'd survive the bullet tore right through my skin—eating me alive.
I love him, there was no changing that. He broke my trust and we'd build up on that, but never did I not stop loving him. My love for him ran too deep within the skin that if he were to put the barrel of a gun to my head, I'd let him.
Was it not only a love so deep, but it was also a comfort. The comfort of him.
His arms, his smile, and his glimmering blue eyes reminded me of icebergs in the antarctic.
All of him was something I could count on if I was in pain, or if I was overjoyed about something, he'd be the first person I went to tell about it.
And he'd completely match my energy either way.
I love him with my whole heart. The heart has been abused so many times but accounted for in the hands of others to make it better again.
It continues to beat wildly for my boy, even when he had thrown my trust away.
Seeing him lying in a hospital bed was one for the other. It wrecked me to pieces that he was hurt so badly that he'd need crutches to be able to walk about and around.
Tearing me on the inside and out when he wasn't able to speak from the lack of hydration in his throat when he awakened. It made me tense when I felt how cold his usually warm hands valued to be.
Most importantly, lying in my arms as he sleeps. His features were so profound and stunning yet so dull with life.
It had only been a few hours since he'd woken and he had sat right back to sleep once the sky had darkened—even during his time awake he wasn't himself.
