You were with Lily, such a beautiful woman. She was so sweet, so damn elegant. And so fucking lovely. Y'all are both young adults. Not married yet- though you both wanted to be. You're both finished with college and you're just living together in an apartment.

But the thing is, you're in the Mafia. I know, pretty Wattpad coded, huh? But seriously- you're in the goddamn Mafia. Getting money, taking risks, killing people, and almost getting yourself killed in the process. But Lily didn't know. You've been together for years, since highschool, she trusts you. She didn't really question on why'd you be gone so long or where you went. Not even win you'd show up with a sudden ten thousand dollars time to time.

But the more you worked in this Mafia family you start to realize how dangerous it is. Well you knew how dangerous it was, fucking obviously, but you realised how bad it could turn out for Lily.. so, you break up with her. It was for the better. The funny part is,

Not even a full week later and you're knocking on your old door, craving her kind words and her kind touch.

She opens the door, her gaze softens at seeing you but her tone gets harsh.

"What? Still getting your stuff?"