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I push the glass door of the coffee shop and step inside. I search Gianni around when suddenly someone held my arm gaining a yelp from me."Hey easy, it's just me Rose" Gianni hurriedly calm me down.I harshly breath out an air and look at him sharply. "You startled me" I exclaimed in a whisper.He flash a gentle smile causing his dimples to get visible and then he put his arm around my shoulder guiding me to walk."I'm sorry" he said in low voice acknowledging his mistake."You better not to do it again, you know how sensitive I am when someone is touching me without a warning" I lecture him.He chuckle sounding a bit guilty while pulling a chair for me before he settle down on the chair across to me."That's why I'm sorry" he smilingly said. "So why do you suddenly want to meet me?"Seeing his eyes with the same shade with mine makes me genuinely happy, because it's one of the best proof that we're family. When Mom died, that

"Do not move" I whisper while carefully pressing the coton with alcohol exactly at the corner of his lower lip.He hissed and groan softly so I immediately put away the cotton from him and I start blowing his wound. My goodness, he's such a baby."Stop complaining, it's just a small cut" I said examining the cut on his lower lip.It's not that bad though. Compared Giann- Gianni's wound is much alarming. I can still recall the blood on Gianni's nose. I hope someone is treating his wound right now and he's not overthinking about what happen.I know he's going to ask an explanation about it. And thinking about that possibility makes my head throbbed. I don't know how to explain everything to him."I'm not complaining" Vicenzo replied in low voice that dragged me back to my senses.Really huh? I furrowed my brows not believing him."You were groaning in pain" I point out in stoic face.I stilled when he suddenly chuckle and s

"So this is where you work" I stated while roaming around his huge office.It's actually bigger than our room. It's more like a size of the main living room of his mansion. His table is on the center just like the usual set up with two chairs in front facing each other. The glass wall behind his table is what really caught my attention. Because it was so fascinating seeing the clear blue sky and the whole city.While the left side of his office, there is a long light shade of gray sofa and two single sofa along with the center table. There are glass cabinets on every corners. The simplicity and elegance of his office looks exactly the same with our room. Even the color combination."Do you like it here?" He ask in monotonous tone.I stop looking around and turn my gaze on Vicenzo. I wasn't surprise when I saw him staring at me because he's been staring at me since we came here."No, I prefer to stay in the dance studio than here" I honestly replied

It was said that a ballerina will die twice. First is when their legs and feet stop dancing and second is when their heart stop to beat for life. I always heard that from my mother, she said that she rather die than to experience not dancing at all just because her legs give up already before she could even retire. That was actually my mindset too. As a ballerina who dream to become Odette, dancing is my life. Dancing is the one who brought me to this.But after I got shot experiencing a life and death situation, I realize that death was fearful just like not dancing at all. The feeling of being stuck in the dark, shouting for help but no one can heared you, crying but no tears came out from your eyes and worst is regret. Regret that you only realized when you were close to dying is really terrifying.At that moment when I felt that my consciousness is slowly leaving me and darkness wanted to take over, I was so scared. I was so scared because I was alone, I was so sca

"S-Saint?" I tap his left cheek lightly but he just groan softly not wanting to be disturb "Did you hear me ?" I ask referring to what I said a while ago. "I was serious about that" I added."You're thinking too much wife" he whisper in monotonous voice.I puckered my lips with what he said. Of course he will say that. He will divert my thoughts. I mentally sigh and just pressed my lips together.All married couple experience this kind of barrier. If noise is consider as a barrier, silence is much worse because it leads into misunderstanding. Married couple, its either they married because they love each other or they were just force to do it also experience like this. There are things that we intend to keep to ourselves only, things that we think not necessary to be discussed between you and your partner forgetting the fact that marriage is not just bonded by law, love or promise but also with trust.But in our case, I understand him. I understand if he