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Telling her the plan at the wedding to take him down as quietly as possible.

I told her everything; I didn’t want any more secrets.

But now, I didn’t know what the fuck would happen to us.

“I didn’t think you would understand if I told you.” I said. There were countless times I was on the brink of telling the truth to her, to reveal that her mother’s death was a lie to put an end to the torment I was putting her through.

But I couldn’t because of fear; fear of losing the only light in my dark world. All because I was one selfish bastard who couldn’t fathom a single day without her.

She was my everything. My light. My fire.

“See, that’s where you fucked up, Damiano. You always think that I wouldn’t understand, but you never even tried to let me in, to see if I could understand.” Althaia spat out, her eyes storms of betrayal and hurt.

“I didn’t want to involve you.”

“This is my life!” She screamed at me, a sound that was filled with rage.

Her green eyes, that were always sparkling with such joy and innocence, now blazed with a burning fury. I had never seen her like this before; she was like a stranger that was created by the pain I had inflicted.

A cold dread settled in my chest, fearing this was the moment that would break us.

“Althaia…” I stepped forward, reaching for her, but she held her hand up to stop me. She leaned back against the old tree, staring up at the night sky.

“I want to understand your reasons.” She said, her voice trembling with emotions. “Part of me probably understands what you had to do, but right now… I’m just so… upset with you.”

Her words pierced through me like stabbing knives.

“I’m overwhelmed and confused.” She continued, her eyes distant, lost in a sea of thoughts and feelings. “I just need… space. Some time to think and process everything.” Althaia said, wiping her tears away while her gaze remained in a lost state.

The sound of my racing heartbeat drowned out all other noise.

“Are you leaving me?” The words slipped out before I could bury this question in the deepest, darkest corner of my mind.

How could I blame her if she walked away? I had just proven how fucked up I was and what a fucked up world I was living in. This time, anger could have no place in my heart, unlike the last time she needed distance.

I tried to keep it together, but I wanted to crumple to my knees.

Althaia’s eyes brimmed with fresh tears, and I exhaled slowly. It was a weak attempt to steel myself for the words she was about to say.

“Damiano…” Althaia whispered, and I briefly closed my eyes.

She slowly walked up to me, and it was incredible how my heart didn’t explode at how fast it was pounding. She placed her hands on my cheeks, and I wrapped my arms around her.

I needed to hold her, to have her close to me if this was our last moment together.

“I’m not leaving you.” Althaia’s voice was soft, making me inhale sharply in relief. “I’m pissed and hurt, but I’m not leaving you. I just need some time to process what’s happening.”

I rested my head against hers, a feeling so overwhelming was crashing over me.

“You can be angry with me, or even despise me if you must. All I ask is that you stay by my side. I need you, more than anything else.” I whispered to her.

“I might be angry for a long time.”

“I understand, and I’m going to do whatever it takes for as long as it takes to earn your forgiveness.” I promised.

I held her tightly to me and inhaled her scent. It had a way of instantly soothing my mind and body.

“Damiano, please let me go.” Althaia mumbled against my shoulder.

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