Someone would describe Axel and Navy as broken pieces of the same glass.
Axel Esposito was leader of the Italian mafia, He always knew what he wanted and she was not it but what happens when there promised to wed with both of them having dark pasts...
I was supposed to feel as if I was The most beautiful person in the world but here I was in a my wedding dress, make up done ,hair dine and nails feeling like crap.
Was all this even real ,Kyron had just died a few month's ago and here I was marrying another man.
What would he make of this ,our four year relationship meant nothing...
That ring he hid in one of his car cabnets just in case meant nothing.
The feelings of fear,excitement ,anger,stress and happiness we had shared were for nothing.
The promise to forever love him felt like a rock on my shoulder like love was never meant to feel this way was it,love was supposed to be straight forward.
Our love was full of complications it felt like The world was keeping us apart, like The moment I tripped onto him in high school he was never meant to pick up my history book, he was never meant to return it The next day, never meant to fall for me..
I was never meant to even use that pathway for seniors.
But no ,The world had led me to him for a reason a define purpose.
He loved me and I loved him and that was definite and nothing would ever change that.
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All this was pure disrespect to the love we shared.
I light not have ever told him I loved him but it was there, it filled every room we entered , it lit up a room there was no denying it.
And am sure he knew it too.
My dress fitted exactly which meant one little snuck I would Burst out if it.
My mother had immaculate taste ,this dress was amazing, to think she fit in it was a wonder, she must have had the body of an angel to fit in it perfectly without struggling to breath as i was currently doing.
All my life has probably led to this all my bad and good choices, this was obviously karma , but whom had i wronged.
I seem to be some one who lives in the past, maybe because i hate change and love to feel the familiar feeling towards something.
My past was not all puppy love and sunshine but it was familiar indeed because i re visited ever too frequently in my dreams.
There were times when i could not tell between real life and my dreams or when i felt trapped in them.
All my night mares involved my mother.
I spent my whole child hood trying to be the best so that she could acknowledge me at least just for my achievements maybe then she would love me like she loved m siblings.
No one really saw it but me. How Nylah got everything i had ever wanted and i was stuck with seconds how it started off as just me being the bigger person and giving m younger sister something i whole heartedly wanted.
