Chapter thirty
Luciano Vitale POV
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In life nothing comes easy. Easy and hard, those are the two words people often describe their life about without even knowing there's so much more when they believe the darkness will fade away when the sun rises. But for me, it's always been, alive and dead. Death isn't always the end, but occasionally it is the beginning.
The cigarette burns in between my lips as she's sleeping, calmly, but she still holds the dark lines from the nightmares that haunt her. I heard her cry.
I have seen her shaken up, crying, pleading for help and mainly those breathless help for crying when she doesn't even utter a word. The way her body thrashes, like a helpless plea to be saved.
Nightmares.
Life.
Both go hand in hand. People see nightmares without even
