My body shivered at the mere thought of the memory. I had never thought that things would change so soon and at that moment I began to truly doubt our love. I had begun to wonder if we could make it through anything or were we just forcing our love to work because hey it was us.
We were supposed to be unbeatable, untouchable but most of all we were supposed to be soldiers. Fighting against everything for our love but all we were doing was trying to avoid going back to what made us lovers.
The actual duties of the mafia.
right now looking back, I wasn't angry anymore... I was just tired of all the walls that had been built up by him and by me. I just hoped that since we spent time together, it would keep us together. We confessed to each other through the art of our bodies and reality confessed through the art of duties.
