"Some nights, all I can do is lie here, just hoping to fall asleep before I completely break. I can't shake you from my thoughts. It feels like your love was the only real thing in my whole life.
Losing you? It was the absolute worst. I've gotten used to it, I guess, but every morning I wake up and it all comes crashing back-what we had, what we lost.
This heartbreak... I know it's just life, another disappointment. But I really thought you were my soulmate. Guess you were just another lesson, right?
I can't even face the world right now. I thought we had this amazing story, but I was so wrong. I'm trying to accept what happened, but I need more time to really move on, to leave 'us' behind.
You hurt me in ways I never saw coming, ways I didn't deserve. But, I guess, thanks to you, I'm finally starting to understand how important it is to love myself, to grow. I think I'm becoming a better person, a better friend. And I hope, someday, I'll find real love again.
I feel so shattered, so broken. I gave love a chance, just once, and it ended like this. I'm scared, so sad, because I don't know if I'll ever get over this pain. I want to move on, try new things, but I can't imagine being with you or without you. And I don't think I'll ever love anyone the way I loved you.
It's crazy how living without you can make me feel like I've lost everything that ever made me happy. That's exactly how I feel right now. Just...heartbroken."
The De Luca brothers reign supreme in the underworld, holding dominion over the ruthless realm of the Italian Mafia.
They are cold, merciless, driven by madness, their loyalty solely to blood. Yet, their lives take an unexpected turn when they discovered their thirteen years old little sister.
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"When she was choking me, is that... love?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, each word trembling as if afraid to leave her lips.
Her eyes, wide and glassy, searched mine desperately, seeking a truth that she couldn't grasp amidst the fog of confusion and despair that clouded her mind.
My heart seethed with rage, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls of my restraint, threatening to betray the stoic facade I had carefully constructed.
I wanted to scream, to shake her out of this misguided belief.
Hestia, my little sister, stared back at me. Her innocence tainted by the cruel hands of someone who had twisted the meaning of love into something unrecognizable.
She couldn't differentiate the painfully obvious truth, the clear distinction between love and control, kindness and cruelty.
It was as if the very essence of her spirit was being suffocated, just as her breath had been.
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⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including abuse, sexual assault, rape, psychological trauma, and mature content.
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