Ophelia's POV.
November 9th, 2016.
I clung to his pillow like my life depended on it, crying and inhaling his scent that would drift away as days went by. Why did life have to be so cruel to me? What did I ever do to deserve this emotional pain?
I wanted to go with him, I wanted to go home to my father, to my family even if it was the Mafia. I didn't want to stay in this house where perverted sights and orgies ruled the day, where moans and groans were the accepted lullaby of the night.
Someone opened my door.
And I couldn't even get time alone!
"Go away!" I screamed, I knew who it was but deep down I hoped I was wrong and that it was Luke who had come back to stay.
"Ophelia, its me."
"Leave me alone! Can't I cry in peace anymore?" My voice broke as more tears poured.
She climbed
