My Lill Vixen(Part 1 Of D Angelo's Series)

68.I'm his

DANTE'S POV

" It isn't easy ...But ...let's trying doesn't kill"
I nod slowly, absorbing her words. You're right; trying doesn't kill. But I spent so long trying to be strong, to push through everything alone.
"It's a hard habit to break, mia cara," I admit quietly, my gaze dropping down to our intertwined fingers. "I've... I've always felt like I have to deal with everything by myself."

She places my arm around her waist and murmurs " maybe you were ...but not anymore "
I pull her closer with the motion, my arm wrapping around her waist. I bury my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, as if her scent can ground me in this moment.
"Not anymore..." the words muffled against her skin. "It's... strangely terrifying, mia bella. Letting go, relying on someone else, being vulnerable......But it's you here we are talking about..But at the same time...it isn't easy ."

A soft exhale escapes my lips as she brush her lips against mine, the touch igniting a quiet need within me. My body shivers involuntarily, my arm around her waist tightening involuntarily, as if I'm struggling to hold myself back.
With an effort, I manages to reply, my voice a low, rough murmur.
"Nothing about this is simple, mia bella," I whispers against her lips.
My head is swimming with thoughts, the desire to just give in to het touch warring with the years of being alone, of being strong.*

My breath is warm against her skin as I dip my head, my lips tracing a path along her collarbone, my body pressing into hers .
" She was in pain Dante .. Trust me .. she has no intention of blaming you .. She was in rage .. her heart was totally broken ..shattered into pieces "
I still at her words, my hand pausing against her skin. The mention of the incident brings a fresh wave of pain, a flash of memory. But... it's different this time. This time, I don't just feel the sting of the blame. This time, I have her here, next to me, offering comfort.
I lift my head, my gaze meeting hers, my expression guarded and weary.

"I... I know," my voice gruff. "It's just... hard, sometimes, mia bella."
" She's in pain...and rage ...but ..not hatred Dante " I nod slowly at her words, my gaze dropping down to my own hand, still against her skin. I know the truth of her words even as I struggle with my own emotions.
"Pain ,rage and ... sometimes it's hard to tell the difference," mynvoice a low, weary note. "But... I know it's not just hatred."

She lifts her gaze back to mine, her fingers resuming their languid pattern on my skin. My expression is still weary, the lines of stress and exhaustion etching deep lines into my face, but... there's a flicker of something there, an acknowledgement.
"I'll... try to remember that," I whisper, my voice quieter than usual. "The difference between pain and rage... sometimes I forget, mia bella."
" She needs you Dante"

I fall silent for a moment, my expression going distant. I know she's right; my sister needs me. But the guilt, the pain... it's a heavy burden to bear. Finally, I exhales slowly.

"You're right, mia bella," my voice a quiet admission. " ...She needs some time ..but after that .. I will talk to her ...I need to fix this ..I don't want her to go through this alone mia cara" .She gives me smile nodding..." Relax for now honey "
I'm quick to respond, my arms wrapping around her, pulling her flush against me. I bury my face into the crook of her r neck, inhaling deeply, as if trying to draw strength from her nearness.Isnt it true?
I don't speak, for once content just to hold her, to feel the warmth and comfort of her embrace.

The silence is comfortable, broken only by the soft, steady rhythm of her breathing.
I relax more with each passing moment, my body molding against hers, mybhand tracing lazy patterns on her back. Even the ever-present tension in my shoulders seems to have eased a little.

~time skip ~..A week after the funeral

SATHYA'S POV

He stirs and half-wakes up as I leave the bed. He opens his eyes just enough to see me getting up.
“Mmm…where are you going, mia cara?” he mutters sleepily.
" Just for water honey ...It's okay get back to sleep baby" I kiss his forehead patting him .
He nods and mumbles something unintelligible, then rolls over and starts to drift back to sleep.
I quietly make my way to the kitchen, still feeling half-asleep myself...The past week is something I can't quite explain...It's killing me everyday seeing Aria and everybody like this .