"You walk in, and my heart beats different."
~ Butterfies Rising
Few days later..
"So now he decides to show up?" I ask with anger evident in my tone, "he busy" Christine's nervous voice fills the room.
"Then tell him that now I'm busy" I say making sure to put pressure on the word 'busy', Christine doesn't like my answer by the visible frown on her face.
"He waiting" she says in a small voice, this woman is stubborn. I huff turning around "I'm coming" I say with now a frown of my own.
Christine's face lights up, she walks away to her Capo's study to inform him that I'm on my way to meet him. He has called for me downstairs.
I follow behind her but in a slower p
"To young hearts, Keep beating, Keep breaking, Keep falling in love."~UnknownI was pulled out of the secret room, my mind running with all sorts of questions. The wall closed infront of me sliding back to it's original place.That's when I realised the situation in hand, Alessandro's mom was alive and someone dragged me out of the room.I quickly turned around to face the one who had a grip of my upper arm."Christine?" I frown as I take in her pale face, she was panting heavily as if she was out of breathe. Her face was a sickly pale and she was about to faint any minute.On que her knees buckled but I was quick to hold her before her body collided with the floor."Christine!" I shreiked patting her cheek softly.♥♥♥♥♥
"You touched the place in my heart where love runs wild"~Perry PoetryI wanted this.No!I needed this!My head rested against his hard chest, my ear placed above his heart listening to it's steady beats.I think I should give up on ever hearing it's erratic beats, this heart of his that has made me it's slave is stubborn.Not showing me a single sign of emotion but I still love it. I turned my face on his chest so my face was directly in front of his heart."You stubborn heart" I whisper with a frown, I place a small kiss over my husbands chest imagining kissing his heart directly.Alessandro's arms tightens around me, I fix my gaze up at him to find him staring straight ahead.I roll my eyes. I guess I have to step up like alway
"All my better days are the ones spent with you"~Perry PoetryI have always considered myself as a moon child, but what exactly does a moon child mean?I have never actually referred to any realiable source to look through the exact meaning of that word.I remember hearing the word somewhere and instantly falling in love with it.In my head I came with my own meaning, the meaning of 'moon child' for me is 'someone who loves gazing at the moon for countless hours, someone who feels a deep connection with the moon.'I guess I will never know if the meaning is valid, not until I feel less lazy enough to finally look for the meaning, until then I'll pass by my own meaning.Since my childhood the moon has always been my favourite part of the night. The reason, well I have always chased
"We both drowned under the waves of words we weren't saying"~Ben MaxfieldWith a soft hand I untangle the thick raven hairs with streaks of grey inbetween them, I try to be gentle not wanting to pull to hard.A hand lays on my shoulder "I can do it" Christine says softly "no, let me please" I say not wavering my eyes away from the task in hand."As you wish child" she gives a small squeeze before walking away probably to find something else to do.After I am satisfied that the hairs are completely free of knots I gently place them on either side of my mother-in-laws shoulder, her hairs covers her chest giving her an angelic hui.This woman was beautiful no wonder, senior capo was so in love with her.I straighten her blanket and sit beside her observing her. "You are so b
"I have late night conversations with the moon, he tells me about the sun and I tell him about you"~S.L.GrayMature Content Ahead:'I hope he drowns.' I mumble angrily while covering myself with the soft duvet.I returned back to my room few minutes ago, I just changed my dress discarding it on the floor not bothering to pick it up. I cleaned my face free of makeup and made a beeline to my only true companion.My bed.My anger has subsided down a bit making the sleep kick in, I keep mumbling while huffing and puffing in between.Soon I feel my eyes getting droopy, I slip in half sleep when I sense the bed dip from the other side. I am too deep in my sleep to think about it.The next thing I know I am pulled out of my bed. I instantly let out a scream which is cu
"Why do we know, but act like we don't?"~SeekerMy head throbbed with an intense pain, I felt as if everything was uncontrollably spiriling around me same as my life was.I stumbled towards the bed and sat at it's edge. My hands clasped my head in a strong grip trying to surpass this feeling."Valentina" I hear a distant voice call me but I am to concentrated to shut down the questions that are screaming in my mind."Valentina!" The voice sounds panicked now, I feel a pair of soft hands reaching for my own and pulling them away from my head.The soft hands then grab my shoulder and give me a small jerk, "w-what?" I say in a slight daze before adjusting my gaze on the intruding person."Christine!" Her name comes out in shock much to my dismay "you ok?" She asks cupping my cheek. H
"I can live with a tragedy, not with a lie." ~Saru"V-Valentina" Christine gasped dropping the inky rose on the floor."I thought— medicine and ros– Oh my god!" I gasped unable to form any words as my hand covered my mouth."Alessandro needs to know this" I mutter to myself clutching my forehead with my shaking head, my mind was in a frenzy.I was unable to decide whether to confront Christine or to inform Alessandro first as soon as possible. My mind was unable to grasp the truth, it was her all along."Yes Capo needs to know" Christine's equally stunned voice cuts through my mutterings. My head instantly jerked up towards her direction.She is looking at the floor while shaking her head "need to tell capo" she mutters in a
"Love is a necessary tragedy"~Bridgett Devoue"Una festa dietro il mio magazzino ma non sono stato informato" (A party behind my own warehouse yet I wasn't informed) His dark voice cuts through the thick air draining the life out of me and Christine."C-Ca" Christine stutters unable to form any coherent word while I don't dare turn my head in fear."Portali" (Bring them) he commands in a dark tone which makes both of us to jump. A second later I feel two pairs of strong hands holding me up from the ground still I don't raise my head.Maybe it was due to the guilt or the shock of Alessandro wanting to kill me before or maybe his fear.Or all three.