𝗜𝗻𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀

6 | 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

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A/N: Play— Cinnamon By: Lana Del-Rey

"I never craved attention, not until I tasted a minuscule amount of hers."

THE only thing that was ever undeviating throughout my life was the the seemingly pristine, untouched child rather then the present man that is undoubtedly recalled to be dreaded, possibly even feared.

That was all of importance until her.

It was not her relentless beauty that captivated me, but rather her obliviousness to the cruel world that surrounded her.

She was something rather unseen in my eyes, she halts all the things I found important, to become meaningless. Her eyes held everything that my soul thirsts for.

I glanced at her once, in that Café and I realized what love truly is. I desired something for once, only for her, I wanted only her love. I was afraid of losing her even though she was not mine.

I wanted her to be mine.

I have only ever regretted one thing in my entire idle life, which was kidnapping her.

It was foolish of me and made me feel one emotion constantly throughout the two years deprived of her, which was guilt.

It was a feeling I had never felt, and it was exceptionally foreign.

It relives any chance of truly having her in my arms at her will, and with her finally being completely, incandescently, happy; not afraid to be in my presence.

Every tear that fell because of me was undeserved, and it was unsettling.

She looked at me with complete unbridled disgust. A look that taunts me.

How senseless I was at nineteen, just starting to rule the Mafioso. That dumbass kid finally lost it, with his obsession and lead me to finally devise a kidnapping.

It did not gratify my desires, as I heard her sobs and whimpers of fear— it lead a reality to came to fuck me up.

After my absolute shit plan failed, I knew that with my love— I had to change my conniving ways.

Only then could I truly mature and become a man that is worthy of having something so incredible as her.

I have remorse for once in my life for causing someone so much pain. I would have a certain desire for the whole cosmos to fear me, but not her— never her.

Everything dies, but these feelings that I have for her.

She was perfectly, precisely what had I waited for as my ambition. Considering I conquered everything I wanted so expeditiously, I also desperately wanted to conquer her.

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I glimpsed at the putrescent corpse that wills me to be smug. I expect that this will convey the implication to not steal from me.