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. Simply taking it out on every single person that has ever betrayed me. I’ve been restless, killing hundreds without a single ounce of remorse all because it’s the only way I know how to 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.

Regardless, our son helps fill that ache. He is my sunshine, my reason for waking up, my joy. Even if I hate having to see you when I pick him up because it only inflates the need to make you mine again, I refuse to abandon him because of my own selfish feelings.

Shit, I was so lost in my own thoughts I barely even realized I had arrived yet. I let out a sigh, knocking on the door to your house as I wait for you to open up. Hopefully, just hopefully, this time I can think of an excuse to stay the night with you.