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Matteo and I flew back to the U.S. the following morning. We have not really talked ever since that incident. He does not seem to have the courage to speak to me today. I do notice that he seems to not be himself today. He is just, silent, literally not saying a single word. His features showing disappointment, sadness, and regret. I do understand why he is like that. Today's the day he is about
m a t t e oI looked straight out to the streets as we drove away from Jean's new home. I tried my best not to look back because who knows what will happen if I did. I feel empty. I wished we will not come up to this but it did. Remembering how she looked at me last night at Corsica broke my heart, understanding the fact that she could not be with me anymore. She's too broken, she cannot be okay until I
j e a nI just got home from rotations. Three days have passed ever since I have been here. I enjoy the silence of the home I am in right now. The quietness helps me focus on my studies. I have no time to go to the grocery and buy food, I always end up ordering food and get it delivered at home. It is getting quite unhealthy, though. I should find time to at least go to the groceries. I pulled out my pho
Trigger warning: rapem a t t e oI listened to the reports of each of my staff in their respective compani
j e a nI woke up as the sun shines on my face. I stood up and closed the curtains. I picked up my phone and checked my notifications, seeing that I have received a text from Noah. I unlocked my phone and checked his message.
j e a n"Are you thinking about him again?""W-what do you mean?" I asked.
m a t t e oI groaned in annoyance, looking at the papers in front of me. I am too tired to even just sign these. I have had my employees scan through these to tell me whether these are good enough for the corporations or not, nonetheless, I still have to check them one by one. What they think is not worthy goes straight into the shredder. The stress of another unidentified criminal organization is also
h a i l e yI lit up a cigarette and pressed it to my lips taking in a puff as I watch her hang her head low, her hands tied up behind her by the chair.Poor Jean,so naïve, trusting someone like me in an instant and now put in her place by me— that's what she deserves for hurting her. She made everything so easy for me, crying until she tired
j e a nI look around me, squinting my eyes as I feel my hand pounding. I try to move my arm but realized I am tied down to a chair. I struggled and tried to pull myself free but the ropes are too tight. I panted for air, finding it hard to obtain the least amount of oxygen, having flashbacks of that night from Franco's debacle of taking down Matteo. I try my best to focus on my breathing to avoid myself