Standing in the graveyard mourning for someone you loved wasn’t easy. I sure as hell experienced this more than one time. Whether it was back in America or here in Italy, the unpleasant feeling stayed the same.
No one likes to be robbed away from something they love and cherish. Yet, it still happens every single day.
Now, standing in the mansion looking over all these people that came by to grieve with us, did nothing to me but maximize the desire of demanding revenge.
Among the crowd, my eyes found my cute little freckled redhead in her beautiful black fluffy dress. Lily was standing by Leonardo’s side, her hand clutched in his as he talked with some of his friends from high school. She looked beautiful in her own cute adorable way and my heart ached for this little creature who jus
