His Torn Bellissima
𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.• • • • •Life was not perfect for me, but he made it work out. He made it seem wonderful. He is my best friend, my saviour, my protector. Calix D'Angelo, the one my heart beats for. But when things change, roses wilt, blood is shed, and wedding bells are rung. I am the only one that seems to ground him to what's real, away from past traumas and inner demons.• • • • •"Ti amo, bambola." He whispered softly, his fingers dragging along the curves of my body as my eyes bore into his grey ones filled with a bright fire I lit.A bright fire that burnt for me forever and always.Author's note: All my works are COMPLETELY MY OWN. Please do not copy OR share my content without expressed written consent. All coincidences to any other story/person(s) are purely unintended and are simply a coincidence. Please do not use any portion of my writing in a manner as to claim it as your own.…
