Beautiful like a rose 🌹 but... fragile like a bomb 💣

Cap 154

Upon hearing the words spoken by Olga, Laura let out a scream of pain and fell to her knees.

Olga sits down next to Laura, hugs her for a few seconds, then takes her face in her hands, making her look into her eyes and says:

Olga: Hey Lari listen to me carefully! You can no longer afford to waste precious time complaining about pity!

Olga: You have already lost 5 years, precious years of your life and of my doll life.

Olga: Years in which you did not live, but only survived.

Olga: That's enough! The time has come for you and Maya to have the life you deserve.

Olga: Now you wipe your tears and go to Massimo's madman, pick him up from the floor, you both take a shower (to make  yourself looking human again ) do what you both want, but if you two scare my doll with these funeral faces you both have, I will get really angry!

Lara: But he hates me, he won't let me help him!

Olga: Massimo is the most obnoxious mobster, conceited and has demonstrated countless times that he can be a big idiot, but he has a great quality - he loves you, he loves you more than anything in this world.

Olga: I'm sorry, I wanted to say he loved you, unfortunately your place in his heart was forever occupied by the most beautiful princess in the world.

The last words spoken by her friend brought a small smile to Laura's face.

She wipes her tears, gets up from the floor and sits in front of Massimo, who was lying on the floor with his head on the ground, motionless like a stone slab.

The only detail that proved that the person lying motionless on the cold ground was still alive were the rivers of tears flooding his face.

Laura: Massimo, you hear me! I'm begging you, say something! It destroys me to see you like this!
Amore mio, please come back!

Maya is safe!

After trying by all possible means to make him react, but without any results, I resorted to the last remaining option.

For more than half an hour I tried to get him to recover, but maybe that was exactly the problem.

Maybe in these moments he didn't need to recover, maybe he needed to cry, to vent, to free himself from all the pain he had accumulated in the last 5 years.

To be honest, I think I decided to do this more for me than for him.

I can't stand it anymore if I don't express myself, if I don't give free rein to my feelings I will go crazy!

Yes, I'm a coward! Instead of helping him recover, I use his moment of vulnerability to try to heal my soul.

I need so much to be in his arms again, the only place in the world where I feel protected, where I allow myself to stop being that woman who claims to be able to handle herself and doesn't need anyone or anything.

The place where I can truly be me as only he (the only man I've ever loved) saw me. I can be that shy and insecure child again that any louder noise makes her startle and seek comfort in the arms of the person she loves.