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Continúa, Has publicado may 23, 2018
"You don't want to fight me. You'll lose." I warned.

All he did was that stupid smirk that I hate.

"As you wish." I glared 

I threw the first punch, but he caught my fist with ease. 

He pulled me into him so his lips were next to my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "I never lose." He whispered. 

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There is a place inside of everyone. 

A place that exists with a certain...feeling. 

weakness. 

Not the fearful or physically type of weakness. 

The kind that makes you feel vulnerable. The kind that makes you wonder and question everything you've ever known.

What is Arianna's weakness?  Her's is the sun and the stars. 

What is Gio's weakness? His is Arianna.

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I love you, Aria. You look so pretty in pink. Stop ignoring me, princess. Playing hard to get, I see. I hate it when you braid your hair. Stop biting your lips you'll hurt yourself. The messages flash one after another on my screen, each one making my chest tighten and my hands tremble. My phone buzzes again, the vibration rattling against the nightstand like it's mocking me. I can't bear to read another word. I throw it onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, my tears soaking through the fabric before I can stop them. I want it to stop. I want them to stop. It's been like this for months an endless stream of messages that swing between sweet and suffocating, between playful and threatening. And every day, I feel the invisible noose tightening. I'm scared. I'm so scared. I can't tell my dad. He already has enough to deal with especially with no heir to take over his business yet. I can't be another problem on his plate. But the truth is, I'm drowning. The worst part? I have no idea who it is. No face to match the words that haunt me. No name to put to the shadow that's watching me. But I know one thing for sure... He is not going to stop. And I can't handle living like this anymore...