LOGINGuys, the problem isn’t the comments. I’ve had my share of mean, hateful comments, and this is nothing new to me. What I’m going through now is something deeper. I’m dealing with a rough phase in my life, and it has affected my mental health so badly that I can barely function, let alone write. My doctor has advised me to keep pushing through this, even when it feels impossible. I’m sorry if you can see the impact in my writing, if it feels less exciting or not up to the standard I always try to maintain. I’m struggling with intense brain fog, and even the smallest negative thing is hitting me harder than it should. I’ve faced anxiety and depression before, but this time it feels worse. Your comments on the previous chapter are the reason I’m trying to keep going.
Raphael glanced at me briefly before looking back at the road, “We did.” “Then where did the car come from?” “I always keep one here.” I blinked once, “At the Void?” “Yeah.” I stared at the side of his face quietly for a second. Then something else hit me slowly, “The first time too?” Raphael
Without sounding like exactly the kind of emotional complication he clearly did not want? I looked down at the floor for a second, twisting the sleeve of his shirt between my fingers nervously. “Can we just…” I swallowed hard, “Can we talk in the car?” Raphael studied my face for one long second
The silence behind me stretched for one painful second too long. Then, softer this time, “What happened?” I almost laughed at the question. What happened? Everything. That was the problem. I shook my head quickly before he could see my face properly again. “Nothing happened.” I pressed my li
That was the problem with people like Raphael. You never knew where you stood emotionally because they never stood anywhere themselves. I wiped angrily at my face when I realized tears had started slipping down my cheeks again. I was so tired of crying lately, everything inside me felt worn down,
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stayed perfectly still behind the black glass long after the door slammed shut behind Vincenzo. My heart still would not slow down. Everything felt too loud. The blood rushing in my ears. The sound of Adriano and Raphael talking outside. My own breathing trapped inside this ti
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he hissed. I looked down at his hand calmly, “You’re emotional tonight.” “I’m emotional?” Adriano repeated in disbelief. “You just body-checked the head of the Chicago Outfit.” “I pushed him.” “You shoved Vincenzo into a wall.” “He was upsetting her.” Adriano







