My Heart Outside

Dragon

Belonging

It's the only thing I've been able to think about for the last few hours, the dark eyes devoid of sparkle but full of coldness, Diana would kill anyone, was the first certainty I had, and as much as a newfound part screamed to run another was delighted with each scream as she seared his fingers with her cigarette.

It was as if they understood what was going through my mind, each of the little girl's three brothers allotting nonjudgmental understanding glances at every turn.

I felt the moment like a final hammer blow which she demonstrates in every look and touch, of being part of the family. I was never a saint, in the war, we did a lot of shit but nothing like this, I would like to say that I feel disgusted with the feeling of belonging to something in the mafia, the family as it is called, however, there is no resentment, no doubt of belonging to this smiling woman having spent the last three hours in total.

I walked back to the club in deep silence, trying to under