10 years ago

I can't see or hear anything. The various bombs fired in the main hall make my vision blurry. I feel a small hand hold my arm, it's warm and cozy.

"Are you okay?" You said, worried and scared. God. Devil. I don't know who's listening to me, but let me survive. For her.

CURRENTLY

The mafia has its strengths and weaknesses, the strong ones are obviously the power we have over others. The weak ones are the annoying members who seem to wish for death.

I watch you from afar, a ray of light in the darkness. My life was black and white, but when you appeared, I saw the other colors.

You are the air I breathe.