The attack

Her pov

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Minutes rolled into seconds, seconds into hours, hours into days , days into weeks and weeks into one month

We haven't spoken , we haven't talked

These days I'm either on my own training or maybe with Martins sometimes , or I'm just in my room, listening to music or reading a book

I feel like everything is falling apart and I somehow feel like it's my fault

Like it's my fault I met Riccardo, maybe Diego would have just attacked him and killed him and everything goes back to normal

The distance , the silence , it's just killing me inside

I miss him, how he was before

Always teasing me , the baby treatment , the smile , the kisses

Now it's like we don't even know each other

It's breaking me inside

But then again, I have to remind myself why I'm here

Maybe things were meant to be this way

I think I've finally made up my mind on what I'm going to do

I need to end all this and leave

If my cousin could do this to him, I'm sure he's wondering what I can do

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