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: anxiety, suicidal thoughts, mentions of death)
Pov: Seraphina Angela
The entire room is wrecked, I trashed the entire place. My head is spinning as I take a step back to sit on the edge of the bed, blood is dripping down my palm and falling from the tips of my fingers. I threw the dagger at the mirror, causing my palm to cut open and bleed from the impact. I couldn't care less, I'm too distraught, too hurt to care.
Because right now, through my tunnel vision and my fingers rising to grip my hair, cheeks soaking up tears... I'm too far gone to care about anything. Right now, destroying everything seems like the best option, the only option.
I wanted to go somewhere else, anywhere else rather than a place that has him and only reminders of him all around me. I couldn't get myself to go far away from here because it was all I have left of him. I've torn apart between wanting to have all of him back to me and not having even a single piece of him next to me because it cracks my heart further.
Everywhere I go leads me back to him, I hate it so much because I once loved it with my all. Every corner of this place is haunted, every high and low reminded me of us and now there isn't even a me left without him.
I get up and pace around the bed that we used to be wrapped up in each other's arms, ripping the bedspread off the bed and hauling it across the room. "Haven't I given enough?" I yell, tears pricking in my eyes again as I look at the shattered reflection staring back at me through what's left of the broken mirror. Each chipped piece taunts me in such a dreadful manner, I hate it, I hate that fate has its name written all over this.
The bile begins to rise to my throat the more I look at her, the fragmented damaged woman I used to be has come back to torment me in the mirror, gaping back at me like she's mocking me. It's frightening, the silence engulfing the room now because it was once filled with our laughter. The laughter and happiness that he flawlessly brought of me but that's all fucking gone now.
Just like that, my eyes drop to his cross necklace hanging from my neck. My hands tremble as I reach up to it and unclip it from my neck, yanking it off and clutching it tightly in my fist. I was supposed to protect you. The words echo in my head until it's all there's left, an overbearing amount of self-blame.
My bottom lip quivers with guilt as the sharp edge of the cross digs into my skin, drawing more blood, "I was supposed to protect you!" I cry. I pace with the necklace clutched in my palm and haul the drawer open, but before I can dump the necklace in there. My eyes catch sight of it. The most painful reminder of all.
His diary.
More tears sting in my eyes as my fingertips brush past the elastic string that holds all the pages together. 'Maybe this is how it's meant to be. Angel, listen to me, read my diary.' Those were Vince's last words, his voice echoes in my mind like a forgotten reminiscence from the past and I force myself to pick up the book.
