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"I feel like I'm caught in the middle of something I never signed up for. The love I have for Dante is real, but the world he comes from... it's dangerous, Jessie. I don't know if I can handle it."
Jessie squeezed my shoulder gently, offering a reassuring smile.
"Angela, I've seen you navigate through difficult situations before. You're stronger than you think. Feeling scared and unsure right now is okay, but don't underestimate yourself."
I leaned into her touch, finding comfort in her words.
"But what if I'm not cut out for this? What if I can't handle the secrets and risks of being with Dante?"
Jessie's voice was filled with empathy as she replied, "Only you can answer that, Angela. Take time to reflect on what you truly want and are willing to accept. It's important to listen to your heart."
Her words resonated deep within me, a glimmer of clarity amidst the confusion.
"Thank you, Jessie," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I guess I just needed someone to talk to."
She wrapped her arms around me in a comforting embrace.
"You're never alone in this, Angela. I’m here for you, no matter what path you choose. Just remember to take care of yourself and prioritize your well-being."
Clinging onto Jessie, her presence providing a much-needed anchor, I realized I didn't have all the answers yet and didn’t need them.
But I knew that with her support and time to figure this out alone, I would find my way through the whirlwind of confusion.
Chapter 14
Dante
Threedayshadpassedsince I told Angela about my family's connections to the underground world.
I was filled with fear and nerves, which my father would have scolded me for.
Angela's silence after my confession about my family's involvement in the mafia was hard to bear.
I imagined different scenarios, none of them ending well.
I anxiously checked my phone, afraid of being rejected and losing Angela.
My father's strict voice echoed in my head, reminding me of the dangers of emotional attachments.
The silence made me uncertain if my admission had driven us apart and shattered the trust we had built.
I feared Angela wouldn't accept me because of my family's dark past.
Time dragged on, and my anxiety grew.
I imagined Angela's disappointment and us growing apart. Just as I was losing hope, a message finally appeared on my phone.
It was Angela.
A rush of anticipation engulfed me as I checked Angela's message and saw she was requesting for us to meet.
Although her message was short, its significance was not lost on me.
It was an opportunity to bridge the gap that had formed during those anxious days of silence.
I eagerly opened the next message and saw that it contained details of the location and time of our meeting.
