Loving The Mafia King
she continues, her tone softening, as if she’s trying to create a safe space for me to open up.
I hesitate for a moment, reflecting on the countless times I’ve felt his pain as if it were my own, before I finally nod, the weight of my emotions settling heavily on my chest.
"Well then, do you love him?" she asks, her gaze unwavering.
"I do, but…" My words falter as I grapple with the complexity of my feelings. "I think it’s hard to love him," I finally say, the truth spilling out with a mix of vulnerability and frustration.
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