My father? Mafia king ?

She smiled, closing the door behind her. What a beautiful yet stubborn individual! Whenever I saw her, I thought of very strange things, like how soft her lips looked and how easy this all would've been if she and her family didn't exist. 

Chapter 5

 

There is no one to cry to. All those shoulders I once had, are now done. Burried beneath rubble, Distressed by their own loss. Myself included. Though my position better then many, I was in my own kind of pain. Like we all are. We all suffer from different ills, though others are greater, and mine still matters. I needed to escape, to desert my feelings, but I couldn't. How could I? wouldn't that make me my biggest oppressor, my biggest obstacle? I had to feel what I was feeling. I would hate to lose this too.