Mcisbored

His lover died in front of this eyes, completely destroying his life and changing the way he sees the world. 
She was the most important thing to him. But now she's gone.
The rest of his life is meaningless. Committing to getting revenge on whoever caused him pain, 
but when he is comforted by a stranger, he is lost on the path of love or revenge.
Don't get tangled in all the strings and hints, you might just get lost. - Forevermore.

Forever:More

"I thought we couldn't have guns in this country. "


"Guys! You would you believe this happened?"


A schoolgirl rushed into the classroom waving her arms.


"Yesterday this hot dude applied for my job yesterday!" 


"He was a foreigner with tattoos on his face, but his yellow eyes were sparkling." This got Aura's attention, who was sitting next to them.


"Is he a model?" "What is his name?" "You got a picture?"


"I did ask for a picture of his car and he's in it." She flashed a picture on her phone.


"He's hiding his face." "He has a Lamborghini!" "He is a model."


The girls huddled the phone lusting over the picture. 


"Can I see?" Aura strolled up and swayed the phone from their hands.


Her face completely lit up like the sun. 


That's him, he's hiding his face but I know that's him.


I slammed the table, "Where do you work?" 


I took out a piece of paper and typed in the number on a pay phone.


"Go through the alley and knock on the door on the end"


Finally going back to that place since I'm out.


As soon as school ended, I barged into a taxi and drove to meet him.


"Why are you coming with me? Do you know him?"


I gawked at the picture, not looking away for a second, 


I'd never been this excited before, as we shuffled in through the glass doors.


My eyes searched for him, every inch and every corner.


"Oh, sorry Aura, it looks like he's not in today."


My face slumped, "It's ok, ill come by again tomorrow."


Waving goodbye, I staggered out of the store with a coffee in hand.


Why does my chest boil when I think about him?


"This is ridiculous. Just make up your mind." I slapped myself with both hands.


I groaned, but I got to go to the hospital soon, and I don't have much time to look for him.


"Well, I better start looking." Smirking.


I strut into the alley and instantly got stopped.


"Who the fuck are you?" A group of gangsters marched up to me.


"I said, who the fuck are you?" One barked in my face,


Side-stepping the group I scouted past.


Feeling a tug on my shirt, I slammed into a brick wall.


I pulled out my 1911 and scowled at them.


"What set are you repping?" They flashed back,


"You don't need to worry about what I am repping I was just about to leave."


"There's no need for that bruv," Vito cruised out a door at the end of the alley.


We all looked at each other, "You know him?"


"He's what I came for." I slipped in my gun.


"Guys is that how you greet a guest mate?" Stomping out,


Peeled off my shirt and displayed my tattoos.


The first one you can see is a pair of wings, Seventh, and the signature 'Colton.'


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