The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle
The door closed softly behind them, leaving me alone with my thoughts, my heart still heavy with sorrow.
As I let myself sink slowly back into the bed, a lone tear escaped, rolling down my cheek like a silent confession of my grief. I lifted a trembling hand to wipe it away, but the gesture only seemed to unlock a floodgate of memories. Ava's laughter echoed in my mind, her bright, infectious joy that could light up a room. I remembered our arguments, the way we'd passionately debate the smallest things, our voices raised in mock anger. Her sarcastic comments, always laced with a hint of humor, came flooding back, making me smile through my tears.
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