"IF ONLY"

 CHAPTER 1 ENZO'S POV She belonged only to me. She was mine. But I ruined it, like most things in life. But for some reason ruining this, hurt more then I anticipated.  Long brown hair, with crystal like blue eyes. And her smile. Oh, how her smile could melt down any dark mood. Her laugh, that was what I craved most. But like I said earlier, I ruined it. I thought leaving her. Distancing myself from her, would distant the danger away as well. I was wrong. "Today, we are here to say goodbye. Not only a daughter, and a loving sister. But a friend." I clenched my jaw, balling my fist silently. I tried to swallow the tears that was begging to be free, but I swore to myself I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't cry. As everyone was starting to walk out of the cemetery, I stood up walking towards my car. I halted in my steps when I felt a frail hand pull on my forearm.  "I'm sorry, but I don't recognise you. Are you one of Alina's friends?" The old woman asked, giving me an inquisitive look. I looked over to the grave they were getting ready to lower down to the ground. Clenching my jaw, I squinted my eyes together looking away. "No." Was all I replied before stalking over to my car. Trying to get away from this scenery.  "f**k!" I yelled out, hitting the wheel. I thought I could do this. But it just shows how f*****g weak I really am. I cant even say goodbye without acting like a p***y. The ringtone from my cellphone is what snapped me out of it. As i took a deep breath before answering.  "What." I spoke dangerously low.  "Uh, boss. There's a problem at the warehouse. I know you said not to bother you today, but I think you'd wanna see this." "I'll be there in 30. Call Dante to reschedule my meetings for this afternoon." I heard a chuckle over the line, causing me to clench my jaw in annoyance.  "You know how Dante feels about being your errand boy, boss." "Oh?" Was all I replied, feeling annoyed that he didn't just do as I said straight away  "Uh, I'll call him now boss. Sorry for the inconvenience." I hung up, chucking the phone over the back. I looked out my window, watching as they lowered her box. Funny enough, there was no body in it. But I guess its their way of grieving. Her ashes was sent to me as a gift from Mr Anderson.  My old business partner. He'll gets what's coming to him. Though, I don't have the strength to give away her ashes, not even to her family.  I always was selfish anyway, its no real surprise to those who know me.