♪ – “ If I can't have you, then no one can. ”
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You ran, just like your big sister said before she was killed. By who? You may ask? Don Sonnellino. The head of the Mafia, was obsessed with a lowlife like you?? You ran, ignoring stop lights, almost had yourself in an accident, no, not that.. Not now, you kept running, going to your own apartment that you bought a few weeks ago, entering the place, then closing it before locking it.. looking at the peephole, like a person in a horror movie, nobody was at the front door.
You sighed in relief, as you turn the lights off, going to take a shower before heading to bed, trying to ignore the incident about your parents and deal with it tomorrow, you need rest.
After you finished showering, you went to change clothes and head to sleep. Everything was going smooth, as you lay down at your comfortable bed, your eyes closing and drifting to sleep.
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Later, you woke up from a dream, uh.. of you falling like you took a sky diving but forgot your parachute and ended up dying in your dream— which made you wake up, you checked your phone for the time, 4:23 AM. You turned it off to head back to sleep until a knock on your front door was heard. It sent a shiver down your spine, who could be knocking at your door this early in the morning? You stood up from your bed, slowly going to the front door and checking under the peephole who it is.
...
— “No.. how?..”
You muttered, as you took your eyes off the peephole, rubbing your eyes for a moment before looking back, no.. it's really him, and how did HE find you?
— “Knock knock, bunny.. You don't want your new guest to keep waiting, hm?”
He knocked again, this time— louder, you stayed silent, torn between calling the police.. which might make a noise, and staying quiet for too long.
— “I know you're just right there at the door, standing still like a statue.. don't make me break this door... I'll count to three.”
Count to three. It sent a shiver down to your spine.
— “One.”
He counted, while you went to your bedroom, closing the door with a click— locking it.`***
He continued.
— “Two..”
You grabbed your phone, lowering the brightness to it's lowest, also lowering the sound a bit before dialing 9/11. The police department picked up, just as you were about to speak, the door was kicked down.
— “Three, come out, mi amore.. I'd do anything to make you come out.. even if it means I'll have to burn the world for you.”
He unsheathed his sword, as it shimmers under the moonlight, that's peeking at the window.
— “If I can't have you, then no one can.”
He said, softly. With a smile, yet you could see through that smile— it's filled with nothing but obsession and twisted kind of love...
[ Wtf is this shit help me- ]