OsirisThree days later, I’m still here, still in this small town that feels like it’s wrapped me in a weird sense of calm. I’ve kept to myself for the most part—wandering around, stopping in at the diner for food and shitty coffee, sitting by the river just outside of town. It’s been peaceful, and that’s something I haven’t had in a long time.Eva seems surprised every time she sees me at Rosie’s. I don’t blame her. I’m not the type to stay anywhere for too long. But this place... it’s different. It’s quiet. It gives me space to breathe, to exist without everything else crowding in on me.Today, I walk into the diner and find her behind the counter, pouring coffee for the old-timers who always hang out there. She looks up when I walk in, raising an eyebrow.“Back again?” she asks, wiping her hands on a rag.I shrug, sitting down at the counter. “Seems like a good town to forget about shit.”She smirks at that, leaning on the counter in front of me. “And what exactly are you trying to
OsirisI stare at my phone for what feels like hours, the screen dark and silent. My finger hovers over the group chat with Orion and Nero. I should’ve done this weeks ago. Hell, months ago. But something kept stopping me every time.Maybe it was shame. Or maybe I just didn’t want to admit that I wasn’t the same guy they used to know.I exhale sharply, leaning back in the booth at Rosie’s. Eva’s working today, as usual, and I catch her watching me from behind the counter, giving me that knowing look she always does. It’s like she can see right through me, knows exactly what I’m doing—putting off something important.I can’t run from this anymore.With a sigh, I unlock the phone and open the chat.[Osiris: You busy?]Orion’s reply comes almost immediately.[Orion: You’re alive?! Where the fuck have you been?]I smirk, shaking my head. I expected nothing less from him.[Osiris: I’m fine. Just been... sorting some shit out.][Orion: Sorting shit out?! You disappear for months, and all yo
EvaIt’s the same routine every time he walks into the diner—quiet, brooding, with a weight on his shoulders that practically screams “leave me alone.” Except today, there’s something different about him.Osiris sits at the counter, like always, but there’s a slight curve to his lips. It’s not exactly a smile, but it’s more than the hardened, distant expression I’m used to. Still mysterious, but less like he’s carrying the weight of the world.I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something about him is lighter. Not physically, of course. The guy’s built like a mountain, all muscle and quiet strength, but there’s something in his eyes today that wasn’t there before. Like he’s almost... at peace. Whatever storm was brewing inside him seems to have calmed, at least for now.I wipe my hands on my apron and walk over, trying to keep my thoughts in check. It’s not the first time I’ve noticed how handsome he is—how could I not? Tall, built like he could take on the world, with piercing gr
OsirisI’ve faced down some of the most dangerous enemies, survived battles that would leave most people broken, and clawed my way out of more than my fair share of hellholes. But somehow, asking Eva out on a date feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done.Ridiculous, right?I lean back in the booth I’ve claimed in the corner of the diner, my fingers tapping idly on the table as I watch her move behind the counter. She’s graceful, her steps light even though I know she’s been working all day. The way she smiles at customers, the way she listens to people, it’s like she’s always putting others first.She’s a sweet woman, probably too sweet for someone like me. But there’s something about her that makes me keep coming back here, day after day. I’m not even sure what I’m doing in this town anymore, but Eva... she makes it feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be.I take a sip of my coffee, watching her as she laughs at something a customer says. It’s not just her looks—though she’s beaut
EvaIt’s my first day off in what feels like forever. The air is crisp, the sun warm but not too hot, and for once, I don’t have to worry about work or rushing through my day. Sophia is running ahead of me, giggling as she chases after some birds in the park. Her joy is infectious, and I can’t help but smile as I watch her. She deserves days like this, carefree and full of laughter.I sit down on a bench, watching her play, and my mind drifts back to last night. Osiris.I still can’t believe he asked me out.Honestly, I’d been waiting for him to lose interest or realize I wasn’t worth his time. But then, he kept coming back. And that kiss... God, that kiss. My fingers absentmindedly brush over my lips as I think about it. It wasn’t just some casual thing—there was heat, but also something deeper. Something I didn’t expect.My cheeks warm at the memory, and I can feel the butterflies stirring in my stomach. It was soft, slow, and... surprisingly tender for a man like him. There’s somet
Camellia/“Run. Run. RUN!”//“Don’t let them catch you, don’t let them see you. You have to keep them safe; you have to get away from here! Go!”/I’m running, but I don’t know why. It’s raining and the dense undergrowth of the forest obscures the jagged stones underneath; my feet are sore and bloodied, the stitch in my side has nearly winded me.Everything is slippery but I’m running like my life depended on it… Which it probably does, seeing as I’m running with a swollen belly./“You need to run!”/The warning echoes in my head every time I try to slow down and catch my breath, but my instincts seem to guide me safely across the darkened forest. I turn my head to look behind me and don’t see anything at all, but the fear of being caught still propels me forward.Who am I running from? Who am I supposed to protect besides the baby in my belly? “…lia! Stop!” someone calls out. The voice is distant, almost drowned out by the pounding rain and my own ragged breaths. The sound makes
Lia / Camellia5 years laterI rush into the kitchen to grab my ringing cell phone, only to nearly trip over a train set I asked my son to put away after breakfast. Gritting my teeth, I take a deep breath to reign in my annoyance and bed down to pick up the damn toy myself.“Nereo!” I call out, turning when I hear his tiny footsteps approaching me. “What did I tell you about this, baby? You cannot leave your toys out like this.”My little boy saunters up to me, his curly hair falling over his forehead as he looks at his feet. “I’m sorry, Mamma. I forgot,” he sniffs and I sigh as I get down on my haunches to talk to him.He peers up at me with those slate gray eyes that I love so much, with his bottom lip pulled out in a pout. I try not to smile because this is his ‘feel sorry for me’ face. “You have to remember, okay, Amoruccio? Someone could get hurt,” I say gently, brushing a curl away from his face. His eyes well up with tears, and I pull him into a hug. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Ju
NeroI get out of the fucked-up rental car and wait for the contact I’m supposed to be meeting with my brothers, Osiris and Orion. This small Italian town is a far cry from the sprawling urban jungle I’m used to. “The Boot’s shitstain,” I mutter under my breath, glancing around the little town that seems too perfect to be real. Quaint, picturesque, and utterly grating on my nerves.This place is nothing like home. I glance over at my brothers, both looking like they’re spoiling for a fight. “Lighten up, Nero,” Osiris says, his hands shoved in his pockets. He’s the optimist of the three of us, always looking for a silver lining. “We’ll be in and out before you know it.”“Yeah, right. Knowing Matteo, he’ll drag this,” Orion grumbles, adjusting his leather jacket. He’s the one who sees the world more like I do—through a lens of distrust and scepticism.They flank me as we walk down the narrow cobblestone street towards the meeting spot. Orion and Osiris might be twins, but you’d never