"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 until you're screaming for forgiveness," I whispered, "until your apologies are like melodies in my ears and 'you won' are the only words your lips know how to form."
His smile brought the temperature in the room down a coup...
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I knew we shouldn't have chosen this boat.
The rain fell harder. Each droplet was pellets against my skin and my clothes were soaked to the bone. I screamed for my parents, but they couldn't hear me over the rush of water both above and below us.
Thunder boomed. The boat was rocking incessantly, unstable and barely functioning. The captain had fled to his bunker, most likely crying under his covers. Wimp.
Shielding my eyes with my hand, I attempted to see through the curtains of rain, but it was no use. I could barely see an inch in front of me.
But I heard their screams.
"Mamma!" I shouted. "Papà!"
"Emilia!" I heard. "Emilia, amore!"
I followed the sound of my mother's voice, desparaetly grabbing onto the railing of the ship in order not to fall over. The thunder was shaking my bones and the lightning that flashed through the sky was the only source of light that allowed me to see the petrified look on my family's faces.
But before I could reach my mom, I heard my name screamed from another direction.
"Mimi! Please, help!"
Matteo.
I rushed over to the sound of my younger brother, not bothering to grab the railing.
"Mattie, I'm coming!" I shouted, but my voice was swallowed by the storm.
"Mimi!" The cry was more desperate.
I rushed over to the other side of the boat but saw no sign of my brother. "Mattie?"
"Mimi, please!"
My heart beat faster in my chest once my eyes finally laid on my brother.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He was hanging on for dear life on the side of the ship, gripping nothing but the railing. I saw the fear in his eyes, saw his fingers slipping as I ran over to him.
I tried to grip his hand, but it was no use. The only way I could reach him was by climbing over the tall railing.
So I did.
Hiking up my soaked dress, I grabbed the top of the railing and hoisted myself over, ignoring the terror lacing my gut.
"Matteo, grab my hand!" I reached down to offer him my hand, but he shook his head.
"Mimi, I'm scared."
"Trust me, Matteo. I won't drop you."
His eyes were closed against the rain, but I could see his bottom lip tremble as he released his hand from the railing and-
