“What was it like being in the mafia?” I asked, I turned around, and my face rested against the pillow, and it met his icy blue eyes.
“Horrible.” He said.
“You don’t always have to be hostile, I have cried in your presence, yelled and shared some things, it’s not going to be horrible if you talk to me.” I whispered.
He didn’t speak, he only laid his hand on mine, he is a man of few words, I was pulled close to him and his scent filled my nostrils, I didn’t feel uncomfortable, my heart skipped a beat and I felt a wave of warmth filling my body.
“Candice and I, we found each other in the orphanage, I never thought I will find a friend, the nuns never wanted us to get close to each other because they always said separation is hard.” I breathed out, and a tear slipped out of my eyes.
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