Now that Mya has made a run for it, will she be able to survive running from the Mafia, staring a new life and love without been caught?
But what will this mean for Harry and his unbearable love for mya. Will he be able to accept that she has finall...
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New York Mya Amalia
Rainy New York is like a slowed down version of the 'city that never sleeps'. The ground reflecting a bright neon, the once bright yellow taxis now appear darker as the fog absorbs the colour. Everyone is still hurrying along the streets, just the black of their umbrellas covering their faces. My eyes gaze up to the sky, blinking into the greyness of the world. Raindrops falling onto any part of my body, embracing the warmth of my skin. The city is moody. The noise of people's wet footsteps, cars splashing into puddles, but yet New York feels so silent. I feel so silent staring into the void above me. I move my hands to embrace myself to capture the rest of the warmth that hasn't been stolen by the rain, that goddam rain is so selfish. My hands snaking around my jumper as I squeeze the heat in. I close my eyes and drop my head in between my shoulders, shuddering as the rain now kisses the back of my neck, caressing my spine. Is this how I'm going to feel forever? The moody, sad version of New York? Hiding my feelings behind the fog? Reflecting off my tears? My mind silent but my body still so busy? I want to scream until my voice is no more. But, I'm silent. "Mummy! It's raining" a high pitched voice calls from my right, humour in her voice. I snap my eyes open and look in that direction. Harry and Ayah. He stands tall, his smile bright as he's looking at me, in his big puffer jacket and baggy grey joggers, that are splattered in a dark grey from the rain. His cap backwards on his head. My eyes drop lower than him. There she is. My life. My world. My one true love. Her little brown curly hair repelling the rain, her little pink wellies and matching rain coat with her tiny cute light blue jeans. I give her my biggest smile bending down slightly,opening my arms wide to her, letting all my heat go to the rain. "Oh my god it is raining baby." I giggle with her until she's in my arms I spin around with her, the rain attacking our faces. Ayah squeals and holds onto me tighter, her tiny hands gripping my jumper. I stop and smother her wet cheeks in kisses , her bright green eyes shining despite the greyness that surrounds us, her little dimples so prominent , her tiny teeth grinning at me I place her onto the ground to where she stomps in any puddle in sight. I gaze my eyes back up to him. His smile just as bright. God have I married the most perfect man, he tugs my arm into his embrace, I snuggle my head into his coat, the heat radiating off his body. The rain hasnt sucked the life out him. I feel his lips press gently against my head. I squint up at him, the rain splatting into my eyes. I give him a warm smile and he gives me a cheesy grin. "How was she?" I ask. "She was perfect, well behaved. She asked about you." Harry replies, his smile fading as his brows furrow more. I close my eyes again, I miss her. I shake my head and look up at him again. "I will see her next time." I lie through my teeth. I can't see her. It will be too much, I will just see him in her face. "Hey! Is it group hug?" Our little moment is disrupted by Ayah running back to us and grabbing onto our legs trying to shove her little head into shelter between us. Harry crouches down and picks her up with one arm, pulling back into our hug. I close my eyes into them both. Warmth. "Wake up."Harry's voice is quiet. I groan confused. "WAKE UP." I jump startled, snapping eyes open. It's gone. No rain. No New York. No Ayah. Just darkness. I spin around in confusion, water splashing around at my feet. "Ayah!" I scream, my voice echoing miles out. I spin around again, "AYAH!" I fall to the ground my knees immediately soaking up the water, I sob. I scream. I fall.
