Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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(TW: severe anxiety, panic attack, mentions of death)
Pov: Seraphina Angela
Fear has become a tangible, living force that's creeping over me like it's about to swallow me whole and leave behind nothing but a trace of a woman who loved the one thing keeping her heart beating, too much. Him.
My savior, my emotional executioner, and my greatest downfall. I was his mistake, his greatest mistake while he was my gift, the one thing I thought I was proud enough to not ruin. Oh, but I did. I ruined everything.
I've lived a sinful life filled with nothing but swallowed lies and suppressed cries but then he came along and pieced me back together without me asking him to. Without me even noticing that I needed to be pieced back together, but god, he held every single shattered piece of me so perfectly in his embrace that if he ever were to let go I'd fall apart.
Out of all of my crimes, he was the only thing that I got right. Out of all of my swallowed lies, every unspoken truth leads back to him. Out of all the nights I spent suppressing my cries, they were all let out in the comfort of his arms, teardrops falling down his shoulder endlessly just for him to wipe them off my face as delicately as possible.
He held me so gently in the palm of his hands and now I'm crumbling, falling to the ground like ashes and withering away into nothingness.
We were living on a fault line, and now that the earth has swallowed us whole, there's nothing left of us aside from disastrously ruined hopes and broken memories.
And now, this is me falling apart.
With every passing moment being seated in this chair, my leg uncontrollably bounces up and down, my heart violently cracks beneath my ribs, and my head feels unbearably heavy. Please don't leave me, Vince. You're all I have.
Every moment spent anxiously waiting for any news, any fucking words coming out of that damn doctor's mouth, is killing me. I'm losing myself with every passing second and nausea starts to wash over me again.
I loved him dangerously. I loved him with every atom in me, I loved him way more than the very air I breathe and now it feels like I'm suffocating.
I screw my eyes shut and lean forward on my knees, dropping my head into my trembling hands and letting my skin soak my everfalling tears. I'm scared, I'm so fucking scared. It feels like the walls are closing up on me, depleting all the oxygen in this narrow hospital hallway and knocking the air right out of my lungs.
Don't leave me too, Vince, please. You can't do this to me. Not again, we barely had time together since we found each other again.
I stand up and start pacing back and forth, my half-lidded eyes scanning the clock above the operating room. Tick, tick, tick. You're losing him, Seraphina. I'm losing my only reason to keep breathing. It's a constant reminder, a ticking time bomb in my mind merely waiting to explode.
