Mafia's Innocent Witness
As I spoke, I hoped he could feel the depth of my love enveloping him, transcending the finality of our circumstances.
My heart ached at the sight of his sad, pained expression, feeling each cry of his heart reverberate through my own. “I love you too, Joeniya, more than you’ll ever know. Just please don’t die, don’t you dare die, Joeniya. Don’t leave me! I need to show you how much I love you, how much I care,” Ace pleaded, his words a frantic whisper that clashed with the desperation in his eyes. I absorbed every detail of his face, knowing it was my last chance to etch those features into my memory—the way his brows knitted together in worry, the warmth of his eyes that once held so much
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