𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
What happens when two completely different worlds full of sadness, jealousy, love, hate, and temptation meet each other?
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 is a closed-off girl with a talent for drawing. She's sassy...
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A few hours before the attempt.
YOU KNOW THIS feeling where you get stared at and you think everyone is but when you turn your head no one is looking at you? Well, that's what I'm experiencing right now.
I'm currently a small diner where Mig- he and I used to go. Imagine he's here with me laughing and talking bullshit together like we always did.
It's still hard.
Hard to accept that they are gone and I'm here. It's like the air that you normally would breathe, getting choked out of you.
I never thought that people can be cruel to you just by showing their pity for you. It gets even harder when people tell you 'I'm sorry for your loss.' or 'If you ever need anything, you can come to me.'
This is okay to say but it just makes the grieving process harder and sadder.
It got to a point where I just ignore everyone and go on with my day. I just can not handle these pitiful glances and talks. I just need to be alone and think about how I should keep myself alive without constantly yelling at my thoughts for those hurtful things they are telling me.
But even that is getting harder and harder.
To not lose yourself. To not lose control over your whole body.
"Would you like another pancake and milkshake?" this voice snapped me back to reality and made me look up.
Mara stood right in front of me.
I cleared my throat and stood up. "No, it's okay. Here's the money," I gave her a small smile and left the diner where I noticed small droplets of rain coming down the dark sky covered in clouds.
I wrapped my jacket closer to my body and began speed walking towards my house. The area that I live in is not the best one but the cheapest.
As I made my way to my house, I noticed a black car stop right beside me. I started to panic and prepared myself to attack if I had to.
Deciding, that I should continue walking, I picked up my pace and made a few turns to see if the car was following me and when he still did, I stopped and turned around to look at the guy in the car. "What's your fucking problem?" I yelled, narrowing my eyes and trying to make out his face.
He rolled down the window and when I saw Vito, I groaned. "What the fuck, Vito? You scared the shit out of me!" I angrily said while he let out a chuckle
