I have no idea why they don’t just talk once in a while.

My mood lightens at the thought of how stupid it is to work in a job where you can’t talk to the people you are protecting unless they deemed it so.

It feels like they’re selling their souls.

An unexpected breeze brings a welcoming chill seeping through the silk wrapped around my body.

I knew I would end up here tonight, it’s one of two places in Seattle I feel alone and safe to just let go. Be me.

Never has it crossed my mind, I’d seek this familiar place so early on in the evening. Today is a big day for my sister, I should be down there with them.

I feel like a fraud.

They think I am a charlatan, and they are right to believe I am a fake. I will never be like them, the Italians. I will never have their pure-blood.

I know my thoughts are unwarranted.

My father has always looked at me with pride. He once confessed in a drunken state that I was ‘The reminder’ that my mother existed.

What if I resembled him, reminded him of himself? Would he look at me the same way, like I was more than just something?

It was the question I asked him that night as he stared at me but didn’t open his mouth to speak.

His silence told me more than his words could.

I was nine.

I open the glass door, removing my heels. It's unfortunate to say that it isn’t the first time my mind goes to that one thought.

My father’s love for me, so great, so powerful that I would never doubt it.

But even his love runs on a condition.

My friend Kylie told me once, she loved her family unconditionally, whether they felt the same or not. Would I ever experience something as meaningful as just hearing those words spoken about me?

born so lucky, as fortunate as

my curse

I ever

the far side of the green room. A room that is made of glass and filled

ones like my own, that has measured beauty and lived through pain can see what this place

but trapped in a magical glass castle only to die in that same castle,

unseeing eye until I

roses. I asked him why, he said, “I don't want this

love, he laughed and shook his

painfully. There is

swear I saw a longing for something more than what made him so powerful. But when I

cooling sensation, as I welcome the bliss of the

smile, knowing for this moment I am not Aliyana Capello. I am just a barefoot girl in a greenhouse, wearing a beautiful dress staring at the stars. Free, yes, I

A chilly breeze teases

rub my cold fingers along

“Aliyana,” My eyes close, as that voice slices my thoughts of

my back. Saying nothing for a moment is all

of my mouth, knowing it won’t work, yet still hoping it

plan until I spotted you.” I hear his footfall, just

I don’t make a move, even as the words leave my lips.

leaving what you did, when you raced all the way up these stairs?”

the deep masculine voice laced with sarcasm. This man

up speed as a rush of energy hits my nerve endings when I see him so close.

my mouth hits my

I hate it.

am not meek, but this man. The whole demeanor belonging to him scares me. My feet want to march up to him and trample on his shoes,

scared mouse I'm ought to be, I STAY.

know each other, Aliyana. We’ve met twice in one day. A lot of women would be glad our paths have crossed, but you are not one of those women! It’s a pity,

only pity is you coming

of something right

he advances

I should've turned on

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