*editing*
As long as she wanted to be his, he will always be by her side one way or another.
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People thought they got together fast. Way too fast for people who had just met, but if they knew just how important they meant to each other, they wou...
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As they left the hospital, the sky was now blue.
Checking the phone, Tyler found out that it was six in the morning.
No one said anything because none of them were sure what to say. If Calla spoke, she would've broke down crying, Tyler would've lashed out, and Marcus, well he's just Marcus. He's practically emotionless.
Arriving at the house, Althaia was the one to open the door for them. Althaia expected to meet three content adults, adults that seemed fine the night before, but instead she was welcomed with two puffy-eyed adults.
"Oh dear, are you guys all right?" Althaia asked as she let them in.
"We lost him. I lost him," tears slowly filling her eyes once again.
Althaia franticly asked as she hugged Calla and caressed her back, "Calla, αγαπητός. τι συνέβη? Quello che è successo?"
(dear) (what happened?)
"Last night Stefano's plane exploded."
Covering her mouth, "Oh god."
Tyler couldn't bare it anymore. He's in the Mafia, second in command, but did that didn't matter? Not really.
That was his title, but that doesn't mean he has to act like it all the time. Call him weak. Whatever, but his brother is no longer alive.
"Fuck man, I'm getting a drink."
"I-I'm going back to my room," Calla said while holding Althaia's hands.
"All right dear, please take care."
Once Tyler and Calla were out of the room, Althaia looked at Marcus and whispered into his ears, "You better keep an eye on Tyler. I don't want him relapsing, not at a time like this."
"You got it ma'am."
Before leaving to the kitchen, "And Marcus, take care of yourself."
"Will do."
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Once Calla got into her room, the first she did was take out the picture of her and Stefano she kept in her pocket ever since last night.
She felt foolish.
How could she have not recognized Stefano. Maybe not right away, but why couldn't she recognize him sooner. He had the same smirk he had twenty years ago. Little movements that Stefano used to do and still does.
How could she not put the pieces together.
She's a lawyer for god sakes.
Calla knew that crying wouldn't get her anywhere, but that's all she could do at the moment.
She lied there on her bed staring at that same picture for minutes that ended up turning into hours, and soon she fell asleep.
When she woke up, she had hoped it was a terrible nightmare and it was, until reality set in.
