Third pov
Vincenzo sits there starring at the face of the woman who has always been his reason for living.
She is the only capable of making him feel weird like this as he has never felt this way, she had the ability to make him happy and angry at the same time which seemed impossible to him.
The times where she would disobey him and he would feel like exploding but end up going soft just by the look in her eyes.
He wanted her to wake up.
Call him the annoying nickname that always had him blowing out steam whenever she called him that.
Hug her closer to his chest and never let go.
Closing his eyes which had began to cloud over he looks up at the ceiling of his room.
The clenching and seering pain in his heart not reducing any bit and the urge to kill anyone and everyone who is responsible for causing the woman he loves pain becomes strong and prominent in him.
