80|Revenge Streak

~Roman~

Like the criminal that I am, I stood under the shadow of the tree, far enough from the parking yard in Luciano’s mansion, but close enough to see her. As her car rounded the corner, the languid roll of her Ford’s wheels mirrored the slow beating of my heart.

It was slow since it’s been lifeless for a fucking long time. Four years, eight months, and thirteen days.

She’s so close. So close that my nose tipped to check the wind propagation at the thought of breathing the same air she does. So close that my mouth salivates at the possibility of tasting those lips again. So close that my nails carved half-moons on my palms at the thought of holding her again. It made my blood flow rapidly through my veins—warmth seeping into my busted heart, pumping it to life.

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