The Mafia's Crazy Obsession
The sun had sliced through the cloud, blinding, and the sky was a fine mesh of yellow, orange, pink, and a bit of red.
“I...I don't even know what to say. It's so beautiful.”
She took a few steps forward, her jaw slacking in awe. I watched her, amused, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Beyond stunning.”
“One of the advantages of being an insomniac is witnessing wonders like this, trust me. This is what I look forward to every morning. The sunrise. It calms me in the weirdest ways.”
“How long have you been like that?” She asked, her gaze still fixed on the sun. “Unable to sleep, I mean?”
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