The moon.
We were under the moon. I was looking to Rocco. And in real life, I was looking to Enzo. He is the visual of his group and it's not even questionable. He has a very amusing personality and is very talkative.
"What would you do if I died tomorrow? Would you promise to me that you would continue to live?"
I take his hand in mine and place it against my chest. It was his ecstatic yet lethal eyes. Even his eyes danced with joy in the background, which was a raging river. He doesn't want me to see him at his most vulnerable.
"You're the only one who owns this, and if you're gone, I'm lost. And I won't be able to live, again."
"Dax... you have to live. Just because I'm gone doesn't mean I'm gone for good; I'll always be inside your heart."
"I don't want you just in my heart; I
