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In the pre-dawn obscurity that enveloped Small Heath, Marianna found herself within the clandestine confines of Charlie's Yard—a secret meeting ground veiled in shadows. With a resolute purpose, Mar sought out Charlie, a trusted ally in the clandestine operations that often unfolded in the heart of Small Heath. She needed more than just a helping hand; she needed an escape route, a path to freedom from the ties that bound her to a life she could no longer endure.
Amidst the looming structures of Small Heath, where every alley whispered secrets and every cobblestone bore witness to untold tales, Mar's plea echoed in the silent morning.
"London, is that your final destination?" Diego broke the tense silence.
"Where else would I be heading?" Mar let out a humorless chuckle.
"Where will you stay? What's your plan? What if Sabini's gang catches up with you? Mar—" Diego bombarded her with questions in rapid succession.
Mar shrugged, masking her emotions behind a façade to prevent her tears from flowing. "Diego, I've got it all figured out. I have plans. I wouldn't embark on this without a strategy."
"Mar, it's—it's not too late. You could stay, stay close to us. You don't need to go. You're hurting, and being alone will only worsen it." Diego hesitated, unsure whether to let go of the girl who had been by his side for as long as he could remember.
"I can endure the pain." Mar asserted, her strength sounding more like self-conviction than reassurance to her cousin.
"You can." Diego acknowledged, his face revealing barely contained anger, a reflection of the turmoil within. "Why don't you let us accompany you, eh? Mum and I, we could—"
"No, Tia is unwell. She can't handle this much." Mar finally looked at her cousin with a bittersweet gaze.
Diego shot her a concerned look. "But what about you, dear girl?"
"I'll be alright, yeah? I'm Marianna Doe James, for heaven's sake." Mar managed a slight smile before her eyes trailed down to the canal.
The canal where she used to play, fight with bullies, share moments with John, joke with Arthur, and have countless other memories.
Then, without warning, her mind drifted to him—thoughts of Tommy, as one inevitably does when their hearts cling to the past—a constant reverberation of his presence.
That morning, she awoke with the lingering image of his face in her eyes, her hand instinctively reaching across the bed for him. Her body retained the memory of his touch, even when she attempted to resist it. Yet, the people she cared for always seemed to be scattered, solitary souls—individuals who recognised each other only upon coming together.
And that person is Tommy.
Mar sighed, her voice carrying the weight of a question that delved into the depths of emotion. "Diego, how would you define love if you had to?"
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METHOD OF MALEDICTION ━ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ³
Фанфик❝ Mar, we both know the rules of this game. ❞ ❝ And what game would that be, Tommy? ❞ ❝ The one where we pretend that we can resist each other. ❞ Tommy Shelby x female!oc Peaky Blinders season three, [on-going] book three of the 'method of' series ©...
