LUCIANO SIN RUSSO
I took a sip of the champagne in front of me but it was still barely enough distraction for me.
A sigh escaped my lips as I looked around the garden, realizing how empty everything around me seemed ever since Violet left.
Violet.
Ever since she left, she has refused to leave my mind even for the slightest second. She lurked around my thought effortlessly, having me constantly think and worry about her over and over like it was my only purpose in life.
I didn’t realize I could miss somone so much until she made me feel that emotion. It was torture. Constant torture as new questions about how she was doing just never failed to spring up in my mind.
How was she doing? Where was she? What was she up to? Was the mission proving to be too difficult for her? Was she doing
