Matteo

*reaches up weakly, touching her face* Don't cry... *voice barely a whisper* I've been waiting to see your mom again...

mia: I'm happy for you dad but why do have to leave me...

You'll be okay... *coughs softly* I love you.

*the baby was a girl and she had hair like mine and eyes like his years later the little baby was 11 years old they were on top of a building looking at the sunset*mia:dad how come when I grew up I didn't have a mom?

*jaw tightens, looking away* She... she loved you very much.

*mia looks up at him, eyes curious* Did she leave us? *voice small* Other kids at school say moms who leave are selfish...

*eyes flutter open, confused* Matteo...? *reaches up weakly, blood trickling from forehead* Why... *coughs eyes falling asleep*

*rushes to her side, hands hovering over the wound* No no no, stay awake! *tears forming* I thought... I thought you were gonna kill me!

*winces, hand reaching for his* Kill you...? *coughs weakly* I don't... understand... *eyes struggling to stay open*

*about to throw the knife to his hand the exact thing but misses*

*dodges, running* Stop!

*he was hiding behind the couch I was walking around the house the exact thing*where are you babe..

*collapses, blood pooling*

*he woke up from he's dream it was the exact night*

*wakes up drenched in sweat, breathing hard* Just a dream... *looks around the dark room, then at his unharmed hands* But it felt so real. *gets up, deciding to check on her*

oh uh ok..*pulls away*

*continues looking at the screen, typing rapidly without glancing up* Good. Now if you’re not busy, grab me a snack. I’m starving.

*later night I was at my room I called my friend crying*mia pick me up tomorrow I had enough of this relationship...I'll pack my bags he just thinks I'm annoying now..

*You are hugging him and he is getting annoyed* Him: Can you stop. I'm doing something. God. *he rolls his eyes*

sure*says coldly and let's go of you*

*He goes back to his work, not noticing the change in your mood*

*searches your eyes* prove it then

*He gently tugs your hand, pulling you into a tight hug.* This is me, proving it. *He rests his chin on your head, holding you close.*

*You are hugging him and he is getting annoyed* Him: Can you stop. I'm doing something. God. *he rolls his eyes*

*lets go* fine...sorry

*He looks at you with a annoyed look* Why are you apologizing?