"𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞."
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Alyssa, Alessandro and Alessio Smith have gone through hell.
They've been fighting to survive from the moment they'd first opened their eyes. Six...
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AS THE EVENING progresses, we find ourselves bundled up underneath the big blanket once again. My head is resting on San's chest, his arm draped around the back of my neck, while Ale is curled up behind me, hand grasping my waist in a grip that is almost unbearingly tight - but only almost.
The sun has already left its highest point and has found itself in a place that has it illuminating the room in a marvelous golden hue. The sky has adjusted as well. Dipped in a mix of bright orange and soft pink, it stretches out beautifully along the skyline. My eyes have been fixed on the sight for quite some time now, studying every inch of the sea of soft colors. I'd found it to be a welcome distraction after finding that my mind is once again unable to settle into a slumber.
Surprise, surprise.
And from the still slightly uneven breathing of both of my brothers, their chests rising against my skin in the same, hitched rhythm, I know that theirs are too. We haven't said a thing though. We've just been laying together, relishing in each other's warmth and letting the events from the day process in our minds.
Although, mine still won't do so wholly. So the memory is just floating somewhere in the far back of my mind, waiting to be unlocked and processed, but no part of me is in any way ready to do so. So it just keeps floating there.
My brothers on the other hand, seem to be processing it, in their own ways. How exactly they would do it, in what box they would put the memory, I don't now. But I do know that they will be even more protective over me now.
If it were been five meters distance they allowed between us before, it'd be maybe two now, always with at least one hand on me. Particularly San, since the whole ordeal has shaken him up almost more than Ale and me.
But admittedly, the idea of their heightened protectiveness somewhat appeals to me. The slight burn that their strong, desperate grips have taken on keeps me grounded in reality.
I startle from my thoughts when a sudden knocks sounds out. My eyes leave the view outside for the first time since we've laid down together, and stray to the door. My brothers' grips tighten on me remarkably, turning into those exact desperate, panicked grips I'd mentioned. And as presumed, the burning sting they cause as their fingers dig into my skin completely pulls me from my mind and chains me to reality.
"Dinner," a gruff voice rings out.
I pause, brows furrowing. I'd expected the bodyguard's voice - Yannik, as he'd introduced himself a few hours ago. But this isn't it. This one is much deeper, and rougher around the edges. Yannik's voice had been almost smooth in comparison.
The frown on my face deepens when the voice sounds out a second time, goosebumps slyly creeping their way onto my skin as I lift my head from off the pillow.
