She is an assassin in her brother's mafia. She is fierce and has strong opinions. One of those opinions is that she has always disliked the leader of the mafia they worked with, an alliance had been formed a while ago and now the Italian and Spanish...
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They say that the fourth stage of grief is depression. They were right.
The tears were still streaming down my face but the pain was gone.
Instead images ran through my minds.
Moments and memories.
"I promise that I will do everything I can do protect you."
"I would do anything for you."
"Julieta, I love you."
"You look beautiful."
"You look gorgeous."
"We do this on your terms."
"I don't need anyone but you."
"Hello, beautiful."
"No one deserves you and I'm selfish for wanting you."
Memories of Gavino was flashing through my mind and I just wanted him to come back.
I cried and cried. I didn't know what was happening to me, I hadn't been crying like this before but it was like I was hit with a wave of grief.
I needed him to come back.
I needed him.
I was selfish for wanting him but now I couldn't live without him.
I put on my headphones and laid down in my bed.
If I cried it out, maybe it would stop.
I put on my playlist with breakup songs from Taylor Swift and just kept crying to them.
The first song that came on was "Last kiss".
I just cried and my head was hurting.
Eventually my body became so tired from crying that I fell asleep.
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The days went on pretty much the same, I tried to fake smiles and act polite during the day. But during the night I cried my eyes out because I missed him so much.
I wanted him to come back.
My safety and help had disappeared.
I was alone, I had no one to help me go through what I was going through.
I needed help but I also didn't want anyone to see me falling apart.
Because I was falling apart, I didn't have my safety to help me and I knew that you shouldn't rely on a guy like that.
But I was probably going to get better, I was just falling apart because I loved him and he was gone.
I was walking downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. I entered the kitchen and saw Manuele and Miranda sitting there together smiling and laughing.
