To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
It was a cruel irony, a painful twist of fate, that the man who had caused me so much pain had also given me this gift, this miracle of life.
I went through my home, systematically removing every trace of Niccolo. His clothes, my books that he used to read, his photographs—everything went into garbage bags, destined for the dumpster. It was a physical manifestation of severing ties, of removing him from my life. It was a painful process, each discarded item a reminder of the love I’d lost, the trust I’d betrayed. Ayokong gawin 'to pero kailangan. It was a crucial step in the healing process.
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