I have no idea why they don’t just talk once in a while.

My mood lightens at the thought of how stupid it is to work in a job where you can’t talk to the people you are protecting unless they deemed it so.

It feels like they’re selling their souls.

An unexpected breeze brings a welcoming chill seeping through the silk wrapped around my body.

I knew I would end up here tonight, it’s one of two places in Seattle I feel alone and safe to just let go. Be me.

Never has it crossed my mind, I’d seek this familiar place so early on in the evening. Today is a big day for my sister, I should be down there with them.

I feel like a fraud.

They think I am a charlatan, and they are right to believe I am a fake. I will never be like them, the Italians. I will never have their pure-blood.

I know my thoughts are unwarranted.

My father has always looked at me with pride. He once confessed in a drunken state that I was ‘The reminder’ that my mother existed.

What if I resembled him, reminded him of himself? Would he look at me the same way, like I was more than just something?

It was the question I asked him that night as he stared at me but didn’t open his mouth to speak.

His silence told me more than his words could.

I was nine.

I open the glass door, removing my heels. It's unfortunate to say that it isn’t the first time my mind goes to that one thought.

My father’s love for me, so great, so powerful that I would never doubt it.

But even his love runs on a condition.

My friend Kylie told me once, she loved her family unconditionally, whether they felt the same or not. Would I ever experience something as meaningful as just hearing those words spoken about me?

so lucky, as

my

Will I ever

drags on the floor as I wander to the far side of the green

the sightless eyes, but to tainted ones like my own, that has measured beauty and lived through pain can see what this place represents - A memorial room for all those innocent lives

The beauty, uncanny, but trapped in a magical glass castle only to die in that same castle, a

until I noticed a flaw in

I asked him why, he said,

represented love,

love is to die painfully.

than what made him so powerful.

welcome the bliss of the

welcoming the silence. The stars are my comfort as I gaze into the darkness. I smile, knowing for this moment I am not Aliyana Capello. I am just a barefoot girl in a greenhouse, wearing a beautiful dress staring at the stars.

A chilly breeze teases my

I rub my cold fingers

close, as that voice slices my thoughts

my back. Saying nothing for a moment is all I am capable of

of my mouth, knowing it

until I spotted you.” I

make a move, even as the words leave my

what you did, when you raced

at the deep masculine voice

picks up speed as a rush of energy hits my nerve endings when I see him so close. I heard one footstep. How did he get

My voice shakes, as the saliva in my mouth hits my throat harder than it usually does when I get

hate it.

man. The whole demeanor belonging to him scares me. My feet want to

scared mouse I'm

of women would be

coming here, spying

of something

Darkness envelops him as he advances closer

I should've turned on the

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