Ángel Oscuro's Redemption

As you wish

With every stride taken, the fortified fortress of our love, impenetrable in its foundation, began divulging secrets entrusted with utmost security. Diligently, my guards stood as formidable sentinels sheltering the very embodiment of my desires. In their unwavering vigilance, they encompassed Dilara's being, an impenetrable shield in a backdrop of vulnerability. She was protected, cacooned within their ever-watchful gaze, as I beseeched her to reclaim herself, bathe in liberation's bliss, and acquiesced to the exalted course destined to be her own.

Temporarily suspending our coveted escapable to Paris, I entrusted her with a means to communicate, a phone solely dedicating to bridging the chasm between our souls. My vigilant machinations ensured that her voice could reach only my ears, preserving the intimate connection that bounded us. "What're you doing Matteo?" she implored from her sweet rest, her voice teetering between curiosity and concern, as she observed me briskly folding my garments. Lifting my gaze from the task at hand, a hint of sadness flickered within eyes hardened by life's cruel adversaries.

"I'm leaving," I replied, pausing to offer her the grace to fathom the complexities that entwined our lives. "I'll give you the required space, until you're ready to be in my life on your own time Lara. If you wish to live your life as you said, Antonio will be available after his recovery to take you where you wanna be, I won't hold you back anymore."
With an embrace of fate, I turned my back on her, and as I forged ahead on my path through the door, I dared not neglect confessing to her, "I love you," my words, fervent and ardent, lingered in the air, coaxing the tendrils of longing to intertwine our souls once more. Though worlds apart, destinies tethered tightly by a love that defied the boundries of logic and reason.