Before the gunshot, I never once imagined I would die like that, wretched, under a bridge.The pain of the bullet tearing through me lasted only an instant.I kept thinking that if I could just hold on until Vito got there, I would be saved.As my mind blurred, I saw him reaching out to me, complaining fondly that I was throwing another little tantrum, running away from home again.I closed my eyes and blamed him for caring about nothing but his Family meeting while he left me out in the cold.You used to take me to every meeting you had.At those meetings, you introduced me to everyone as your fiancée.No matter how busy you were, you always answered my messages.You said the Family mattered less to you than I did.When I opened my eyes, I saw my own body slumped against the stone wall, eyes shut, my white dress soaked red by the blood that had poured from my chest.My phone was buzzing and the screen was lit. I reached for it on instinct, but my fingers passed straight through it. I
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