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"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?"
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When a stubborn, unmotivated twenty-year-old living a difficult life is in desperate need of another job to cover bills for her and...
"You will never always be motivated, so you must learn to always be disciplined"
A/N: Vittorio's full name is Vittorio Antonio Rossi, don't get confused because his mother tends to call him by his middle name. Or even "Toni".
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four years earlier
I kiss her on the cheek and sit her down on the sofa, massaging her shoulders as she sits in front of me.
"Tell me what's on your mind, bella." I say softly. [translation: beautiful]
She fiddles with her hair, and doesn't respond as if she never even heard what I had said.
I turn her face towards me, worried what's wrong with her. "Are you alright, baby?"
She finally snaps out of her thoughts and looks at me. "Y-yes of course! I was just stressed about our moving to this new house. That's all."
I don't buy what she says, but I don't push her further just in case she might get mad so I let her have her space.
I nod my head. "You don't need to worry about that. Give me all your stress and I'll carry it for you. You just worry about what dress you're going to wear tomorrow to meet my parents." I say with a smile, showing my deep dimple that's on one side of my face.
She lifts the corner of her lip up as if to smile, but it's doesn't reach her eyes. They don't light up like they usually do when she smiles at me.
There's something going on in her head and it breaks my heart that I can't do anything about it to fix it for her. I just hope she'll be able to tell me eventually.
She hesitantly gets up and walks upstairs to our bedroom and I sigh, watching her leave.
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I wake up to the sting of the sun rays seeping through the curtains that are blowing away from the window from the cool breeze that passes through.
I turn over under my sheets and lay an arm out to hold her but as I turn, I feel nothing under me. My eyes still closed but my brows furrow in confusion. I open one eye and see that no one lays beside me and I quickly sit up. "Bella?" I call out.
Maybe she's making breakfast? It's weird, I'm normally the one to do that though.
I get out from under the duvet and put my clothes on quickly.
