"What if you don't come back?" she asked, her voice trembling.His body froze for a second as he heard his question. He couldn't even think about not returning and was unable to meet his Rose for the rest of his life. He would be there for her forever and he would do anything to make it happen. He held her gently in his arms, wanting to protect her from all the fears and uncertainties that she had."I will always come back to you. You are the most important person in my life, and no matter where I go or what I do, my heart will always lead me back to you."She sniffed and rubbed her already red button-like nose, turning it into an even darker shade of red."And... will you still play house with me when you come back?" She asked, her voice filled with pure innocence.He wanted to chuckle at the question she kept asking."Of course! We will play house and have even more fun than before." He caressed her head gently.But there was something else on her mind, something that weighed heavil
"What did you hear?" I asked, my curiosity mixed with trepidation."They were discussing the couple they had tried to kill in that accident," he said, his words hanging heavily in the air as his mind replayed that day. "They believed that the couple had escaped and was on the run, but they found three dead bodies about 50 kilometers away from the accident site, among which there was a kid's body as well. My father wanted to tell me the truth to bring me out of the trauma and make me believe that my Rose is no more but my mother stopped him." His chin quivered. "What?" It came out of my mouth instinctively. My eyes widened and I could see the pain in his eyes, which was bare. "Yes, but I had to keep my mouth shut for my parents, which killed me even more from the inside." He paused for a moment, as if contemplating the weight of his words and the impact they had on his life."Since then, the Vincenzo whom my Rose used to call Enzo died," he continued, his voice tinged with sadness.
Roseline's POV"I don't remember you staring at me or me helping a boy like that," I said honestly, my memory failing to recall the specific incident he had described even when I tried to go back to that day."You know, you do acts of kindness in your daily life," he replied, his voice gentle and understanding. "It's not unusual for you to forget a single instance, but for me, witnessing such kindness in this cruel world was something extraordinary, something I couldn't forget."Maybe he is right! I always try to help as many people as I can on the street or wherever I go."A day before I visited your orphanage," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I had a heated argument with my grandfather. He was pressuring me to marry, believing that it would help me move on from my past. My family thought that Rose was no longer alive, and they wanted me to find someone else to love and forget about her. But deep down, I knew that nothing could make me forget my Rose."He paused for a
"Come on," he said with a playful grin, ignoring my protests as he grabbed my hand and led me out of his office.His employees stared at him in surprise as we walked out. I am sure they must be surprised because they didn't have to see their boss leaving the office during working hours.Soon I found myself sitting in the car, and he played music. I was looking out of the window when his words interrupted my thoughts."Have this by the time we reach there," he proposed and I was amazed to find caramel in between his fingers.From where did he get it?Don't tell me he keeps the caramel in the car as well.I didn't want him to disturb me while driving so I just took it from him. On the first day when I stole his caramel, he warned me not to do that again and now he is giving them to me by himself.After a few minutes, we were in the restaurant. My head was still filled with all the things that Vincenzo told me back in his office. His love for his little Rose, him knowing me before the fi
Roseline's POV"Won't you feed me?""Huh?" My eyebrows drew together in confusion."You know, my palms are still injured. In the morning, you bandaged them, fed me when I didn't want to, and dressed me with your own will but now you are busy in eating yourself without caring about me," he complained."But it is you who said that you are fine and you don't need the bandage anymore." I stated what he said, trying to reason with him rationally.He is the one who removed the bandage and flexed his palms in front of me, telling me that he was fine. Why should I think about him before eating?"Okay, fine!" he conceded, not looking happy with my response.Before he could reach for the spoon, I took a piece of meat from my dish and moved it towards his lips. He glared at me for a moment but eventually opened his mouth to accept the bite.I was right—he is still a kid!A stubborn one...It seemed like he enjoyed testing my patience, but I found it endearing in a way.I was feeding him while ha
Roseline's POVI was still trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves, feeling disappointed that my panic attack had threatened to ruin our special day.But, just as the fear was overwhelming me, I felt a palm covering my eyes, blocking out the triggering sight of the fire juggler. His touch had an immediate calming effect on me."Shhh," he whispered softly in my ear, his voice like a soothing melody. "Everything is fine. Nothing is going to happen to you."I clutched his shirt tightly in my fists, finding comfort in his embrace as he wrapped his other arm around my waist, guiding me forward.As he was with me I couldn't feel anything except his touch and his cologne filled my senses which relaxed me. His presence makes me forget all my fear because I know no matter what he would save me.After a few steps, he removed his hand from my eyes and there was no more fire in my sight."Thank you," I whispered, looking up at him with sincerity in my eyes."It's okay," he replied gently, br
Roseline's POVThe skyscraper made us so excited that we went on ride after ride until we didn't try all the rides available in this amusement park.It was such a thrilling experience that I will never forget in my life. It has been so many years that I have laughed and smiled with my whole heart.I was nearly exhausted by the time we came out of the last ride. No energy was left in me to try another ride while Vincenzo was still looking full of energy.As we continued walking, my eyes were drawn to a sign that read 'Donation Camp,' and instinctively, my feet came to a halt. Curious about what it entailed, I noticed a small group of around four people who were going around taking pictures of random individuals, followed by those individuals making donations to them.Intrigued, I found myself drawn toward them, unable to resist asking about their purpose and the meaning behind the 'Donation Camp.'"Excuse me, what exactly are you doing here, and what does this 'Donation Camp' mean?" I
Vincenzo's POVYes, I did everything for her happiness. Why? I don't know. "Wow!" His voice grabbed my attention and I looked at her to find her looking out of the window of the car.There was a firework in the sky and she was mesmerized by it, Her childlike excitement was infectious. Her excitement didn't go unnoticed by the driver as well. He looked at her from the rear mirror and I gestured to him to slow down the speed of the car, allowing her to savor the magic of the moment. Her tiny eyes were shining and her face was glowing under the moonlight. While she was appreciating the beauty of the fireworks, she was expecting me to do the same, but I couldn't move my gaze away from her face. Lost in her radiance, I barely registered the spectacle unfolding outside the window. Instead, I drank in the sight of her delight, cherishing the way her eyes sparkled and her smile beamed."Wasn't it beautiful?" She asked, turning to me. "Indeed, it was," I replied, my gaze still fixed on