Liviana Castelli has always been a bit of a loner.She wasn't a loner, as in that she was always alone or that she enjoyed being by herself- in fact, she hated being alone. In her eyes, being lonely was one of the worst feelings one could ever feel. It was too sad, too depressing. And so she always made sure to have someone next to her. A sibling, a friend, a boyfriend- someone she could spend her time with. Someone to save her from herself.And that was both an easy and a hard thing to do.For someone who was adored, admired, and envied wherever she went, Liviana had a love-hate relationship with every person she would meet. Girls were jealous, boys were horny, and both only wanted to use her. She was beautiful, kind, and so, so naïve.Her innocence was often mocked when she was growing up. The girls would pick fun at her for being so inexperienced, never knowing much about boys and sex and relationships. Boys would tease her, asking what it would take for her to let them teach her a
Liviana Castelli has always loved books.She loved to read and learn the lives of others- going through a thousand lifetimes in just her one. She had lived a thousand lives, a thousand stories, a thousand tales of love by just reading what one’s mind could come up with. And she savored every moment.When she was a child, she would read fairytales of princesses and princes, with magic and love and that ending of them riding off into the sunset and living happily ever after. It was all smiles, laughter, and joy. And when she was a child, she loved that. She dreamt of it. And as she grew, she yearned for it.She wanted the easy going love where everything was just perfect and right. She wanted prince charming to come rescue her, breaking her free of her parents’ chains so they could ride off into the sunset, all the way to the safety of his castle. It was a comforting thought for young Liviana, who would sit, waiting and watching, anticipating the moment when he would finally show up. O
There was a line in this world, drawn in the sand to separate two groups of people. The good guys, and the bad. The heroes, and the villains. The sinners, and the saints.Can you guess which side Liviana walked on?She was a saint. A good girl, a hero, an angel. She was forever the sweetheart.It was a very black and white way of thinking- as most things were. There were only good and bad, heroes and villains, sinners and saints. There couldn't be a mix between the two. It was one side versus the other, and mingling wasn't allowed.People seemed to think that sinning was infectious. Bad influences were everywhere, and no one was safe. There was no immunity. Even the purest of souls was at risk. And so precautions had to be put in place. The first being no fraternizing with the enemies.Because really, they weren't wrong. Bad behavior was infectious. Wrong choices, bad decisions, making the wrong move... It was all caused by certain influences. Whether those influences be yourself or a
When Liviana was a teenager, she had this habit.It wasn’t a nervous habit of chewing her nails or one of those things people labelled as a cute thing she couldn’t help but do, like playing with her hair or twisting her rings, maybe some inappropriate giggles.Instead, it was much darker.There were a few instances where she found herself... spiraling. She got too close to someone, and she would push them away. She would get scared- intimidated at the thought of having someone know her, to see her thought process and learn her feelings, her intimate feelings that no one knew, not even her... It was a terrifying thought. And so, to deal with that thought, or more so, to not have to deal with it, Liviana would spiral.She would push people away- ghosting them and dropping them, and when those simple, less messy ways of disposing of people failed her, she would force them away.How? You may wonder. How could this girl perceived as such an angel be able to just chase people away like it w
“Liviana..?”Her heart skips a beat, hammering against her ribcage in a painful rhythm that leaves her ears ringing. “No-“ she mutters, a whisper as the name repeats in her ears, rolling off his tongue like it had a million times before. No, no, no.“I-“His voice sends shivers down her spine and his words fade into nothing but white noise, and it was then that Liviana realized she couldn’t hear anything. It was like her head was being held underwater, and she was drowning all over again.Her head hurt and her heart felt like it was going to explode.He couldn’t be here- no, this couldn’t be real. “There’s no way,” she breathes, falling back into the bar as the dizzy spell hits. Blinking through the tears, she forces the word- a name she never wanted to speak again. “Dom..?” She whispers like an accusation, the name spilling like poison from her painted lips. “I- I-“ she shakes her head, feeling as though the room was spinning as she asks, “No- no- no- how... how did you find me?”The
Patience is a virtue.Something we’ve all heard once or twice, told to breathe and relax and have some patience. Because, to most, patience is a virtue.Patience is kindness, and it is grace.It’s the way a lily pad floats on the water. Patience is elegance.It’s the way the wind blows through your hair, soft and light, giving that pleasant chill as it brushes against your skin. Shivering at the feel, the goosebumps rise. Patience is refreshing.It’s that moment when you break through the water, coming up to the surface for that breath of fresh air. Patience is cleansing.Patience is that moment in the morning, when you first wake up and everything is calm and feels just right. Nothing matters at that moment. Patience is serene.Patience is for the people with the kindest hearts and the strongest of wills. It’s a skill- a talent, even. And one only the best of people possess. Because patience is a virtue.For most of her life, Liviana has always agreed with this outlook. She agreed th
Growing up, Liviana was taught a lot of things.Patience is a virtue.Curiosity killed the cat.Sharing is caring.Hope only ever leads to disappointment.Beauty is a weapon.Safety first.There were more- of course there were. But above everything else, there was always one lesson that was drilled into her head, over and over again.And that lesson was about forgiveness. Forgive and forget."You can't stay mad forever," they would tell her, preaching about how unhealthy it was to hold on to a grudge. Pent up anger... it never did anything but boil over and burn a person.And for her, it did just that.Liviana would listen- taking those lessons to heart as she let everyone do whatever they wanted, walking all over her like some sort of doormat. And when they were done, after they had stomped all over her, dirtying her name and reputation, destroying all of her confidence... she would still smile. She would stand up, dusting herself off and taking in all the damage they had done, and s
People are like puzzle pieces.It was something Liviana often thought about, comparing human beings to little pieces of cardboard. Comparing their beings to those pieces with edges and cutouts that sit and wait, wondering when they would find their other piece.And it took a while. Through mixed matches and being forced together- finding those that you thought were right only to find out that there was something wrong and it wouldn’t work, no matter how badly you could have wanted it to. Because some things just weren’t meant to be. Some people simply weren’t compatible. Because people are like puzzle pieces, and they needed their perfect match to fit.That was one side to the story, at least. One theory- a legend to fit in with all those others. For example, the invisible string theory.The invisible string theory Liviana had once heard about had the girl obsessing over the inner workings of the universe. For so long she would ponder the theory, letting it consume her as she thought
Before she knew it, and much faster than either cared to acknowledge, two hours had flown by and the two were soon forced to sit and face the intimidating discussion that, in all honesty, they couldn’t have dreaded more.Their morning had come to an end and there was no more running from it, no more avoiding their responsibility. They had matters to attend to, people to see and to discuss - people to punish.In order to place blame and punish anyone, there was a conversation to be had, precautions they needed to take. And so, for better or for worse, Liviana and Blaze sat down and got to work.At least, they tried to. But it turned out to be something much easier said than done, and even Blaze found himself struggling to strike up the conversation.The two sat quietly, the surrounding air packed with the tension of all those things that have gone unsaid. Questions, answers, accusations, and everything in between.Yet, despite the lingering words lost between them, neither could seem t
The night that started off as slow was anything but the moment her emotions started to roll. What started off as questionary, awkward, soon turned into something worse, something vulnerable. And that was her undoing.Livi hated it. Hated the feeling, the way it all unraveled, how she let it. She hated it so much that she began to feel as though she preferred the tension to the sensitivity, almost wanting to cling to it like some sort of shield, as if that could protect her from what was coming, what needed to be said, done.Of course, it couldn't. It all came crumpling down before she had so much as a chance to harvest it, use it. And then, just like that, she found herself back in his arms, the one place she shouldn't be, exactly where she didn't deserve to be.Being held by him was a luxury she almost couldn't afford. The safety he offered her, the comfort and the understanding, the pure kindness that came with the action of being wrapped up in his essence, was nearly too much. Much
One night.It was a deal Liviana made with herself, intending to enjoy the last bit of her husbands whiskey before climbing into the bed she prayed she would never have to leave - the outside world was just too dreadful and she couldn't handle the thought of having to face it again. So, for as long as she was allowed to, she was going to avoid it. She was going to crawl into bed and hide under the covers, and wait for the moment she could retreat into the world of her dreams.Fortunately, that moment was forced to wait when her husband decided to join her. He had strutted into the room with that sour question, "are you okay?" And in all honesty, she wasn't. She knew it, and he knew it too. He knew because he was just as exhausted as she was, just as miserable. And nothing sounded better than to drown in it with her by his side, washing down the bitter taste with a glass of whiskey and letting the sound of her voice drown out his woes. It was the perfect ending to a perfectly awful day
"You owe me."The words ring loudly in her head like some kind of siren, a warning and a reminder of her worst mistakes. And it was all because of one stupid party.Little Livi's heart drops and she's leaping toward her sister once again at the feeling, latching onto the older girl who offers a sense of safety despite her earlier harshness.Emilia is quick to return the sentiment, her free hand coming to rest over Liviana's that holds tightly onto her arm. She pulls her closer, the two taking a swift step back as she does so."Oh, my God- Dad!" Emilia gasps, wide eyes locking onto her dad's dark ones. She could already see it in there. The way the cogs spun in his brain, the anger that lurked beneath the green, something that she was sure was doing nothing more than fueling on some ridiculous plan, some way to spin this in his favor.Of course, she was right."What's going on here?" Alonzo questions, eyes bouncing between the two teenaged girls with a cold, calculating gaze. It was sh
The sound of the alarm blared loudly through the home, the sisters practically jumping out of their skin at the sound."The hell is that?" Liviana complains, hand moving to grip at her at the side of her head, where the throbbing only gets worse. The noise wasn't helping her haze at all."I don't know," Emilia murmurs, head twisting and turning in an attempt to catch the cause of the sound. She couldn't see anything out of place or hear a sound aside from the ringing of the security system echoing through the deserted halls."Whatever it is, make it stop!"The sound of her sister's whines has Emilia huffing, rolling her eyes at the show of her mess of priorities. "No," she replies simply, watching as the girl's face twists in confusion at the response."Why not?!" The pout resting on her lips was almost priceless, looking like a little kid who had just been told that they couldn't have their way. "It's loud, and- and it hurts! And worse? It's annoying!""It is." Emilia doesn't disagre
Creeping in through the window was a task that she could hardly handle sober, but after all those drinks she downed, she couldn't do it with her best effort."Livi- Livi!" Emilia whisper-shouts, hauling the girl up from the floor when she takes a tumble through the frame, nearly landing on her face from such a fall. "Hey, are you okay?"For a second, she's quiet, not speaking a word as her sister drags her to her feet, only huffing and puffing as she goes. Then, finally, she nods. "Yeah," she breathes, and all Emilia can do is frown. She wasn't convinced."Are you sure?" She asks, concern written across her face as she reaches out to touch her sister's, gently pushing the dark hair out of her eyes to get a better look at her. "You hit the ground pretty hard-""Fine- it's fine," she says, brushing it off with a small laugh. "I'm fine!"From behind her, Tino scoffs. "You don't sound fine." He couldn't help but disagree.Emilia hums, hating to agree with their brother - more so, hating t
"Alonzo?"The sound of his knuckles knocking harshly on the wood echoes loudly through the vacant hallway, startling Liviana, who lingers behind her husband, with its volume."You don't have to break it down, you know?" She mumbles the warning to her husband, who doesn't even spare her a glance. Instead, he does it again, his knuckles bouncing off the door even harsher this time than it had the last."Open up! We know you're in there!"A sigh can be heard on the other side, accompanied by some shuffling."We can hear you, you little-""Dad?" Livi calls out to him softly, cutting off her husband's shouts of anger and nudging him aside as she does so. "Are you okay in there?" She asks, pressing a hand and an ear to the door. "We know you're there, okay? We can hear you, and we need you to open up.""What for?" Alonzo calls after a beat of silence passes between the three. "I'm busy!""Oh, yeah? With what?" Blaze presses, banging his fist against the wood over his wife's head, causing th
"What is he doing here?"Liviana is met with the question the second she slips into the room, her footsteps faltering at the sound. The raven spins around, eyes catching on her husband, who sits in the darkened corner of their bedroom. "Oh- Blaze," she breathes out his name, pressing a hand to her chest at the suddenness of his question. She hadn't expected him to be here, waiting. If anything, she thought he would have left - ran. "You scared me," Livi mutters, sighing at the thought. "Again..."This time, Blaze doesn't bother with an apology, instead, he pushes for an answer. "Well?" He asks, repeating the question. "What's he doing here?""I..." Liviana trails, clicking the door shut behind her and venturing slowly inside, hating to admit that she hadn't asked. The feeling of her husband's prying eyes pulls the disappointing answer from her before she has a chance to think of something better, shrugging as she says, "I don't know yet."Hearing this, Blaze frowns, repeating the answ
"Well, here we are!" Liviana announces, pausing outside of the closed door and pulling the man to a stop. "Your new bedroom," she says, cracking the door open and insisting he take a look for himself. "What do you think?""Wow," Luka mutters, strolling inside with a hum and a quick look around. "Nice place you've got here, Liv. Looks like it's fit for a king."She couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "Because it is," she tells, reminding the man of who it was built for. And Blaze Castelli would accept nothing but the best for himself and his wife. They deserved a nice place to call their home, and he made sure that that's exactly what they got. She could see the irritation flash across his face at the reminder, and she has to refrain from sighing as she switches from what seemed to be a sensitive topic. "So... do you like it?"Luka shrugs, eyes cast away from her own as he scans the bedroom he deemed his own. "Yeah," he answers after a moment of wonder. "I think that I do.""You th