Sirius

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"He broke my heart. He shattered my essence. He crushed my soul."

~Dina Husseini

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"I'm sorry, Càra. I'm really so sorry," Dominic's voice, filled with regret, reached my ears as I turned around, not wanting to face him.

"Don't call me that, Dominic. I'm not your darling," I replied firmly, my emotions raw and unfiltered.

My naive self had once believed that I meant something to him, but reality had shattered that illusion. He was the notorious playboy, Dominic Russo, and for him, a woman's feelings were just another conquest. How foolish I had been to think otherwise.

I refused to break down in front of him, to show him how vulnerable I am. No, not this time. "I don't want to talk to you right now," I declared firmly.

Without waiting for his response, I turned around, intending to leave the room. But just as I was about to make my escape, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek tenderly, as if I were precious to him. But deep down, I knew I was only fooling myself.

"Tell me, what can I do to make it up to you?" His voice was tinged with desperation, but this time he stabbed my heart deeply, shattered it into countless pieces.

His tender touch and earnest words were like salt in my wounds, a painful reminder of the love I had foolishly believed in. In that moment, I realized that there was nothing he could do to mend the brokenness he had caused. The damage was irreparable, and I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart alone.