The Forbidden

The Forbidden

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"The type of love we have is forbidden, amore. What if your parents find out?" Leo asks wearily. I wrap my arms around his torso from behind. "Then let it be forbidden. Because I can't imagine living in a world without ever having loved you. As for my parents, let them find out. In less than a month, there's not a whole lot they can do. Besides, it's not like we're doing anything wrong. Last I checked, being in love isn't a crime." "But being in love with the enemy's daughter is. If that's a crime, then let them take me away, lock me up for the rest of my days, and kill me. At least I will die, knowing I loved you with every beat of my heart." He sighed as he twisted his body and hugged me, holding me to him tightly. "I love you, Leo." I muttered into his shirt. "Ti amo di più amore mio. Più della vita stessa."
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