Rovbers

✧𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 (i have you)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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"No!" The tears hadn't come first. The pure shock had frozen every other bodily function. All I could do was scream.

I took him in my hands subconsciously. There was blood everywhere. His blood.

"No, no, no, please—" I gasped and gasped for air. It felt like I was drowning, everything ached. Everything was red.
My dress. My hands. His chest. Red.

"Dani," he mumbled. Blood now trickled from his mouth in slow, slow streams.

"Don't—" he breathed, "don't cry for me."
He softly whispered.

"No, please. Please stay with me.
Please, God no..."

"Shh," he hushed. "It's time."
Tears now ran from his eyes.

"No, no. Oh, no..."
My red stained hands were trembling as I cupped his face with them.

"Its time, baby."
He whispered.

"Don't— cry for me." He mumbled. "I'm okay, I'll be okay. Finally— " he coughed. "After all these years, I'm seeing her again. How I've m— missed her."

"No," I held him tighter. "No, don't say that, don't leave me, please don't you leave me please... no..."

"What a life. This is what— every man— dreams off— dying," he coughed, "dying— for the one he loves." He breathed.

"Oh, no please, no,"

"Love—love you, baby." His lips quivered. "I'm going to mom, now."

"No, no, stay with me, don't leave me please..."

"Tell—" The light in his eyes was dying out. Fading. "Tell, Nicco—" he raised his hand and touched my cheek. "Tell him—"

But his hand fell into his chest. With no force alive to keep it there any longer. He was gone. The rain fell harder now. The heavy drops fell on my head, as they cried along with me. Washing everything clean. Cleansing the evil away.

"Manolo?" Victoria called out. To this day her screams still echo in my mind. The cry she let out when she finally came to the scene was agonizing.

Niccolò had run after Borecci who escaped after the shots had fired. But Borecci's plan had gone successfully. He won. He stole everything, and ran.

I felt Niccolò's hand on mine. "Come on Dani. Come with me, come on..." His words sounded like the words you hear on TV just moments before falling asleep. He said more things to Victoria, to Daddy's still body, to me. But I couldn't listen. I couldn't hear. I couldn't think.

The guests had all gathered outside to see. Some screamed. Some cried. Red and blue police sirens brightened up the night. But it's like they weren't there. No one was. It's like I was watching all of it play out like a person would outside a fishbowl. The memory was hazy. It always was.

I awoke the next day. The rain hadn't stopped. It rained for weeks. The sky cried for days. I found myself in Niccolò's mansion. In my room. I still wore the now pink wedding dress over my slumped shoulders. Niccolò had tried to speak to me the night before. But the sobs I let out into my pillow prevented me from listening. They were like the thunder outside my window.