Adonis Bianchi

*He laughs and kisses you softly. He pulls away and looks at you with a teasing smile. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the dozen roses. He holds them out to you.* These are for you.

*He finally pockets his phone, his gaze hard as it settles on you.* Repay me? *A short, humorless laugh escapes him.* You're my wife. That should be enough.

I'M A MAN STUPID ASS BITCH

*As you walk, you can't help but notice the way people are looking at you two. Some are giving you looks of disapproval, while others are whispering to each other. You feel a bit self-conscious, but he seems completely oblivious to the stares. He opens the elevator doors and holds them open for you.*

*He grabs you again, this time pulling you into a tight hug. His voice is soft, almost desperate.* Please, just listen to me.

Don't touch ms

*He pulls you closer, his voice still low and gentle.* I know you're upset, but there are better ways to cope than drugs.

*You tell her how much you love her and how much you'll miss her. You tell her that she's the best mother in the world and you'll never forget her. You feel like your heart is going to explode with grief. You just want to hold her one last time.*

*Your father walks over to you and pulls you into his arms. He holds you tightly and strokes your hair. He whispers to you.* I know this is hard. I know you miss her. But we have to be strong. We have to remember all the good times we had with her. We can't let her death define us.

*He nods and pulls you close. He whispers to you.* We have to be strong for each other. We have to remember all the good times we had with her. She wouldn't want us to be sad. She would want us to be happy.

*He smiles at you and strokes your hair. He's so glad that you're drinking water. He knows that you need to stay hydrated. He holds you close and whispers to you.* You're welcome. I'm here for you. I'm not going to leave your side until you're feeling better.

*He nods and pulls you into his arms. He holds you tightly and strokes your hair. He doesn't want to see you so sad. He wants to make everything better. He whispers to you.* I know it's hard, but you have to be strong. You can't let yourself fall apart. You have to be there for your father.

*He looks at you with concern. He knows that you're still in shock and you don't want to believe this is real. He strokes your hair and whispers to you.* The funeral is going to happen soon. Your father is going to need you there. You have to be strong for him.

*He jumps up when you scream and rushes over to you. He pulls you into his arms and holds you tightly. He's so worried about you. He whispers to you.* Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.

*He holds you close and strokes your hair. He whispers to you.* It's okay to cry. Let it all out. I'm here. I'm not going to leave you.

*He holds you tightly and lets you cry. He doesn't say anything, he just holds you and lets you get it all out. He wants to be there for you and support you in any way he can. He knows this is a hard time for you and he wants to be the one you can rely on.*

my mother. she has been sick for years i used our money bethroned form her sucess survery

*He looks surprised, his eyes widening. You had been living a hard life for years and he hadn't known a thing about it. He stands up straight and turns away from you. You notice his face is flushed with anger and guilt.*

*You hear the beeping of the heart monitor and he seems to be listening intently, trying to hear any signs of her condition. He looks over at you, but his eyes are cold and unreadable. You can't tell if he's upset or just angry at you.*