#𝟑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘
𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 : She claimed to hate him, but for what reason? She went around with a "bitchy" personality, not wanting people to see through her. Her life was slowly crumbling into pieces, but he was always there to...
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I take a puff out of my inhaler, staring at the fire in front of me. We have this fireplace downstairs in the library. Nico's always here, it's sort of his place.
I cant sleep.
I suck in a breath, running my thumb over the tattoo behind my ear. His name. I got it a long time ago, and he never found out about it. Which surprises me since he was always touching and kissing me everywhere. Not anymore.
Maybe, just maybe, if I told him what Dante had done since the beginning, things would've been way different. It's too late now.
I loved you too.
Loved, loved, loved.
He doesn't love me anymore, and I can't change what he feels. I hate myself for hurting him continuously. I kept going knowing how much it had hurt him.
"What a surprise." I tense at the unfamiliar voice, immediately turning my head around. The guard from a few days ago.
I furrow my brows in confusion, he isn't supposed to be here. Each guard has their own duty and it doesn't include the library. "Can I help you?" I quickly wipe my tears before meeting his eyes.
"Mhm." He hums, walking towards my sitting figure. The more he stares the more confusion consumes me.
"What the fuck do you—" I shut my mouth when he pulls out a gun from his suit, a grin spreading across his face.
My breathing grows heavier.
"Catalina Black, a spoiled brat who does whatever she wants, assuming the world revolves around her." His head shakes, a laugh escaping him.
What is happening? "You don't even know me what the fuck?" I stare at how he grips the gun, he's angry.
He tilts his head psychotically, sitting down on the coffee table in front of the couch where I'm sat. "Are you familiar with the last name Romano, Catalina?"
I physically feel my heart drop, at one point I believe I'm hallucinating. "Dante Romano if we're being specific."
I lean deeper into the couch feeling my throat tighten. Please no, I can't—Why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
I truly cant help it anymore, tears cascade down my cheeks. I'm so tired— I want to hide under my blanket like a child, I've had enough of everything. I'm so fucking exhausted.
"What do—" I swallow the lump in my throat, digging my nails into my palm. "Aw, don't cry." He teases, standing up from where he's sat.
He takes one step forward, one step closer to me until I could see him clearly. His hand reaches out to touch my face.
I get off the couch, attempting to run or walk away— I don't know. A scream is tore from my throat when he kicks the backs of my legs, making me fall to the floor.
