The Butcher - A Mafia romance
“I know, Adrien.”
“And…” He didn’t grimace in pain as if that was the cause of the interruption. Didn’t seem to lose his train of thought either. He just struggled to get the words out. “And I’m happy for you…he’s a good guy.”
I’d never needed his blessing, but it was nice to receive it. The final page had finally turned, and the book had closed. It was a novella, more of a footnote compared to the story of my life. Just as winter ended the year, I felt the closure I’d sought for many months. The guilt-free acceptance of the end. I’d loved Adrien with all my heart, but those feelings had faded faster than the setting sun. Now, my heart burned white-hot for someone else, a torch I would carry
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