Prologue
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• 3RD PERSON POV
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Love. It's a feeling some still can't explain. An emotion that can make you question everything.
If you ask people or look up the definition, some may say it's an intense feeling of deep affection. Some may say that it's a great interest or pleasure in something.
Some won't agree with this. If you asked them what love was a month or two ago, I would have told you it is a deep affection or liking for something or someone.
But now that I have experienced love, I have opened my eyes to a whole new world and perspective
Love is an emotion capable of blinding you. Love is an emotion that can break, heal, or shatter you completely. It is an emotion that can make you laugh, cry, or even scream.
Love is an emotion that can make you develop a psychotic obsession with someone. It is a push or pulls toward someone. As I said before, I can not fully explain the term 'love,' but I do know this: love is capable of healing and breaking you.
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• MARIA'S POV.
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I had reached the end. I was at rock bottom. I was tired. I was tired of living, tired of existing, tired of fighting.
I had given up. It wasn't getting any better. The pain, the hurt, and the anger it weren't getting better. All those who said that ' Time heals ' LIED. I waited and endured the pain, But it was too much.
I was about to give up, about to take my own life. Everything, every single thing changed. Everything changed when I met him.
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•Kyle's POV
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I was tired of my papá. He was cruel, demanding, and ever so much. I couldn't stand hearing him fight with my mamá all night. They thought we couldn't hear them, but we heard every single word uttered.
It broke me thinking about how my little sister would somehow always end up in my bed in the morning. She would say she was scared and didn't feel safe.
Even with the top-notch security system, my parents made it feel less safe. With loud sounds of objects breaking, pierced the quietness of the night.
When I reached 16, my papá and mamá passed in an accident, leaving my sister and me all alone. Leaving the whole Italian mafia to a 16-year-old boy. I wasn't ready, but I had to adjust to everything.
It changed me. They made me lose all hope in love, my parents. I turned away from my emotions. I believe that they make you weak.
I could never be more wrong. Love, it makes you strong. I knew this when I met her not even in a thousand years, would I have thought I would be where I am to that.
She changed me. She changed my every belief. She changed me for the better, and I can't imagine my life now without her.
She, she is my everything. She is my life. She is my world. I can not imagine myself living without her.
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I hope you enjoy 😊.
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