Mean Looking Sweetheart

*She fell first, but he fell harder.*

My breath hitched, the moment he held my wrist to stop me, his grip so light as if he was holding something made out of feathers.

He pleaded, while looking down at his feet, "Then... take me Ava, to where sinners go. But please take me yourself. So, I can be with you, just for a second more." His voice turned so soft at the end, just a whisper, for a moment I thought I only imagined him saying that.

That was probably the most I've ever heard him say.

Please don't make me doubt my decisions. It's best to stay away from you. I'm not strong enough to face the loss again, when it comes.
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People look at their feet when he is standing in front of them. Salvatore Agosti, the man who was a mystery from the very beginning, they only know him to be a multibillionare, that's all, no records, no evidence and no witnesses against him. Until now.

When everyone targeted and was against Salvatore, him in cuffs, almost vulnerable. The only person who stood up for him was someone he never expected. The feather like Avalyn, the ex-wife he divorced without ever being involved with, in anyway. A marriage just in name.

Well, he can only hope he doesn't regret his life decisions and fall head first for this little ball of energy. Or maybe he already does?

*Previously known as 'Dove To My War'.