Four Years Later
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Third Person's Pov....
Agustin DeLuca looked at the six years old bundle of joy infront of him, playing with her Uncle Jack.
Iris DeLuca.
Iris, the only source of peace in his otherwise turbulent life.
A small gentle smile played on Agustin's lips, contrasting to his otherwise roughened features, the one which was only reserved for this tiny little creature whose soft giggles vibrated through the walls of his heart as he looked at her with pure awe and admiration in his eyes.
He adopted her two years after Onika left, those two years were hard on him. Making peace with his demons.
With the truth.
The truth that tore his whole world apart, leaving him with a constant ache in his chest. Leaving him vulnerable. Leaving him dead inside.
Every sin
