Mending her broken heart
e said this two months ago I would have laugh
s. I always trusted that my actions would always give me reactions. Whether it be good or bad,
e forms and layers of decisions and thin
s absolutely no. The persons I trusted the most, the people I would die for, the m
oming disaster that takes away everything I have. And that is what is happening onc
urth
ing, I did to
tbro
ce not even choosing to listen to me once nor did they give me a
prove itself mo
me. Maybe that's its very hard to trust someone. Because if a person who you didn't trust did something to you, you may be angered. But if t
back there again. This is a choice I took to myself.
am I k
o are given money to either kill me or kidnap me. And I don't want any of those things to hap
my way to the check-in. They are still following me. From here I couldn't see the tattoos of which mafia it is fr
there are almost fifteen men here. All similarly built with a fire tattoo on thei
of biting, I guess. But that is not enough. There are fifteen men onl
would have an advantage over it. There are police here. Who could do nothing against the mafia. Because as I know, the Italian mafia does human trafficking and
and still, they didn't do anything. My thoughts were cut off as
e tickets. Last security. And as I was giving the tic
rted barking so loudly and got the attention of almost the whole airport. He attacked the person who did this without hesitating a
no time for anyone to absorb what is happening. On the other hand, I could see Charlie doi
ed in. I got four scratches on my arms and a punch to my ribs. I think one of my ribs is broken. The pain is worse. I st
idn't expect any help
. But I released him when he turned blue. But as I thought for a minute that I won, a bullet crashed straight into
ie killing the person who shot me and the last thing I heard
ing Charli
or's
s the same story. I am editing t
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