✍︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 [dark mafia romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

| 01 | 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

I felt like a silk-woven feather, drowning in the clouds. On the horizon of that, I saw myself, acutely waiting for a better tomorrow.

Will it come?

At that moment, all I needed was a word that could change my tearful destiny.

The horizon of the sun descending behind the feathered clouds gleamed as the clock struck noon. The drops, covering the thick glass window flowed down.

Each of them was a dream, barely within hand's reach. Gently, I pressed my hand to the glass, drawing a line, which had a meaning that only I knew. I watched clouds vanishing as the sun's rays craved the rest of the world.

A deep sigh spread from my withered lips, which hoped for a drop of water or possibly, something more important. The terrible sounds of turbines drowned somewhere in the periphery.

Well, the economy class of the plane isn't flashed by amenities - the more the passenger before me lowered his seat, the more I had to press my knees closer and closer to my chest.

I never enjoyed flying or traveling by car. Also, there wasn't an option to sail the boat through the roaring sea. The ultimate goal of the trip should delight anyone who craves rest, but peace was foreign to me.

All these trips meant only one thing - we were running again. The woman sitting next to me knocked my side and yawned, but I just looked back at the image sunken in the clouds. The presence of a woman sitting so close has delighted me since I was a child - after all, a mother's presence should be soothing.

Unfortunately, my fate was different - I have spent most of my life in a vehicle heading for a better tomorrow. As early as I remember myself, my mother kept forcing us to run away. I just don't know why.

I wouldn't dare to ask a woman about these circumstances, although this is the main issue that is squeezing my consciousness, but this time the purpose of our trip surprised me.

As for right now, we flew to the United States of America. A country of dreams and opportunities, which, I hope, will for a short time replace the cozy feeling of the house itself.

Unfortunately, it's not clear if this is the final stop of my life.

Looking out the plane window, I only expected one thing - that I would finally be able to feel at home in New York.

I sighed at my fate - am I not worth the peace that caresses the human ego?

Mom was quiet, she didn't seem to worry about us at all. Her gray eyes followed every drop that touched the edge of the glass held in her hand. Perhaps a glass of champagne in her hand calmed the woman. Surprisingly, I can't remember the exact time I noticed that she started to drink more.