He is the man of darkness who has never seen the light that comes so easily to others; he always struggles. He has killed countless people—some known, some unknown. For some, there were reasons; most, however, simply chose to cross the wrong path and met their deaths before him
He never wanted this kind of life—who would? It’s just that he doesn’t know how to live if not to kill. They say he is an emotionless monster, but it’s only because nobody taught him that what sets humans apart from others are these very emotions
With each body that falls, the darkness grows. He is running—from something, or perhaps from himself. Sometimes it feels as if he is completely alone; other times, it feels as though choosing to be alone is his only option
She was not that different. He was the mafia king, always at the brink of death, and she was the helpless girl who wanted to die every day but couldn’t—it wasn’t a lack of strength, only circumstances.
Her life was exhausting; every second reminded her that she was a useless burden who shouldn’t have been born.
They met for the first time on that hot summer day during the mall shootout. She was terrified, still hiding in a clothing shop. She prayed to God, “I want to die.”
It was because of how soul-crushing her life had become. But no matter how many times she killed herself in her dreams, she couldn’t do it in reality. That’s why she prayed.
God listened to her for the first time, and that’s when he appeared. To everyone else, he was the mafia responsible for the chaos, but to her, he felt like a mysterious presence—someone who had come to set her free.
His eyes were dark, with no shine in them. He was injured, a bullet lodged in his right thigh. He sat with her in that shop until everything calmed down.
She was scared. He is going to kill me, the thought made her scream, even though she had been ready to die.
But no—he didn’t. He just sat there and didn’t say a word. Only silence filled the space between them.
Somehow, without her realizing when, the silence became comfortable. She started talking to him. He only responded with quiet hums, but she was no longer dejected.
It was the first time somebody had truly listened to her.
She never saw those eyes again. Those black pearls were stuck in her mind. She always reminded herself that he was a mafia boss and that their worlds were different. But he was the reason she came out of the hell she was once trapped in. Now it was her turn to pull him out, even if it meant she would remain just a shadow. But just like a shadow can’t leave you, you can’t leave it either.
