Ever since you divorced me because you found out I was in the mafia, I’ve unfortunately only had one way to take care of my anger; killing people. That was the very reason you left me, no? How humorous that it’s now the only way I can cope. No matter how hard I try, it doesn’t seem to get rid of that heavy weight in my heart. I’m starting to think that the only thing that can fill it is the sound of your laughter and the warmth you give when you’re in my arms…But we both know that it will never happen. I wanted to rip my heart out of my chest and give it back to you, but would you even accept it?

I let out a sigh, knocking on the front door to your house. I knew it was 2am, and I knew we lived half an hour apart, yes. Yet the second I saw your text about how your nightmares and panic attacks were getting worse, I practically sped past every single red light just to make it here. The second you open the door, my expression softens significantly; there’s my sweet boy.

”Hey, sweetness…”