The Don

Honey✠

The Don

Levi

Honey. 

There was no other way to describe her, from her hair to her eyes and the little freckles dotted on her cheeks. She was honey and that honey was stuck in my head; the swirls in her eyes, glossy and swirling with that sugary sweetness. 

I'm sure she won't be much trouble for us and I'm confident she'd cry before getting in our way. Plus she's quite pretty to look at so I'll let Giovanni keep doing what he's doing, whatever that is. But I couldn't quite get those eyeshot of my head, not when we were in the kitchen and definitely not now I'm making my way to my room. Through the shadowy hallway all I could picture was her small, shy smile and honestly I didn't mind but I still needed it to stop, she probably wasn't going to stick around for long. 

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Alice

He was dark, I could feel it radiating off of him and could almost see the shadows and souls crawling from him. With the few glances I took I could tell there was something alluring about him. Something fearful but his little smiles at Giovanni made me intrigues by him. He looked cruel almost like some sort of villain but his voice was deep but laced with honey, making him seem kind to my ears. He was quite nice to look at but I think I'd probably run away before talking to him. I sensed him staring at me the whole time which only made me curious, but if I was him and some random teenage girl was standing in my kitchen, I'd also stare her down. 

"Sorry about Levi back there, he can be a little intimidating at times." Giovanni voiced through my thoughts, breaking the constant stream of narration running in my mind. His eyes narrowed down on me sincerely. Not an ounce of spite surrounding him, and I was so grateful for his kindness, he was even apologising to me when I'm was one barging into his home. 

"It's fine." I shook my head nonchalantly, gaining some thought on what to say next. Slight waves of dizziness and sickness wash over my head, the edges of my peripheral slightly blurring. The thumping of my little heart thumped into my brain like shock waves in my ears. My feet stumbled over each other, my right hand reaching out for the marble counter to steady myself. 

"Woah, are you ok-" 

"I'm fine. I think I need to go back to bed or something." My mouth rambled, my brain only processing the words on a slight delay. The knuckles on my hands glowing a bright white from the pressure and strength I had to use to keep some balance in my body. 

"I think you should probably sit down and eat something first, might help." His voice felt distant, like he was miles away from my body, but I could feel a hand on my shoulder and another on my waist and they didn't feel like mine. Said hands lead me to a chair at the island in the middle of the kitchen, sitting me still so the feeling could settle and reside in me as just nausea pitting in my stomach. My sight steadied and the blur focused and I could see Giovanni stood in front of me, observing my strange behaviour. I gave him a little smile to show him I was okay and so that damn concern knitted into his eyebrows would disappear. 

"Is cereal okay? It's pretty much all we have." 

"Yeah, cereal's fine." A little voice let out from my lips, parting to make some weird whispered voice that made my face scrunch up at. My nose wrinkled, disgusted at the noise but it was obvious he found it funny. As he walked to the cupboards busying himself I could see a little smirk rested on his face. I preferred seeing him like this rather than concerned for me. He shouldn't be, he's only just met me. 

"Here." He placed a white bowl of chocolate boulders and a spoon before me. A small smile embedded itself onto my face and I thanked him for it before politely eating it as he did the same with a bowl exact to mine across from me. I'm glad he was eating too, it broke the uncomfortable silence settling over us like a blanket. 

After eating he walked me back up to the room I had been in before, making small talk with me on he way. As we got to the door, the blanket of uncomfortable and tense silence fell back upon us and he brought up the dreaded topic. 

"I know you're ill, it's very obvious and I have my guesses but I thought I'd just ask so I wasn't assuming anything." His voice was quiet, bringing some sweetness around my illness. Of course I had to tell him, it was the least I could do for him letting me into his home and he was being nice too. Other men would've had their way with me by now. It was just information about me that honestly didn't mean much since I would probably die from it anyway.

I lowered my head with a little bit of shame and let out a shaky breath, this would be the first time saying it out loud. 

"I have cancer."

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Okay wow, now was that something or was it something am I right? Sorry for not posting and sorry in advance for when I don't post for ages after this. But hey, least I'm still writing this. Anyway, thank you for reading.

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