𝐄𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 '𝐚𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞' 𝐄𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 is deemed one of the most successful underground London teachers in the mafia,coming form a long background of betrayal and hidden history,she devotes herself to every child she teaches. Little did she know when she's assigned to the second in commands son she's have to teach him how to love again. 𝐙𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐧 '𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐆𝐚𝐢𝐚 is a powerful man being best friends with the don he is guarantied respect he who sees the world in black and white, both figuratively and literally. Although his colourblindness could never blind the love for his son,his little boy could make a grown man weep,fall to his knees and play hide and seek as often as he'd like. However Kaidyn couldn't help but notice his son's lack of development,the struggle to get him to school impacting his heavy work schedule. That's where Elodie comes in,like the hardworking woman she is lifts both of them up at their lowest and teaches both how to learn and how to love again. By rou

Coming soon.... "I trusted you!" I shatter,my body crumbles in his cruel embrace one of deceit,although it wouldn't be the first time I'd caught his act,facade of loyalty faulter. It should have been obvious really. His hand caress my cracks smoothing out the jagged edges taking his time to coax's me into falling for him all over again. "Trust is a fragile thing my darling." He states,his other hand grasping my chin roughly tightening his grip causing my body to fragment into tiny pieces reducing me to nothing. "And you my dear, are a fragile thing."

Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day-

'Do you picture me,like I picture you? am I in the frame from your point of view? do you feel the same, I'm too scared to say, half of the things I do when I picture you.' Coming soon.. By rou

Saoirse keerwin thrives in loud atmospheres,the quiet is unsettling yet her life seems to be quite.constantly she battles the silence of unspoken words from her father and brothers unspoken thoughts,opinions worries about her condition are left,ingrained into their minds every time the look at her. Loud noises,make her jump with excitement, voices being heated whether it's an argument,fireworks,laughter it fills her with life and makes it easier to remember than the quiet ones. The tune of her violin had to be her favourite it wasn't too loud nor to quiet it ringed in her ears perfectly,smphonicly beautiful. Now she would barely hear one,not up close to her ears perfectly as she'd lean against it,not with her whole body trembling and misplaced twitching fingers. Not with playing the wrong cords as a lack of remembrance. It wasn't loud enough. Huntington's,Huntington's disease. Saoirse's life changed with her diagnosis. The world became quieter. She learned to like the quiet. Yet nothing stays quite for long not with two loud older brother,one with the constant theme tune of jingles and jangles of nickels in his pockets like a wind chime and the other a musician. And a certain junior doctor whoms quietness speaks waves of volume and intrigue during her hospital visits. (BWAM) written by rou.

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