Mafia And Me
CHALLENGES

“And you'll never feel, how you've been hugged by pain for so many years you've grown up!”

Evans pulled back his face even though the grip on Alea's neck was now loosening.

Alea smiled faintly, without breaking her eye contact at the pitiful man. But Evans doesn't know how he lived?

“If you think all this time my life is perfect—”

Alea paused for a breath. “You're wrong!”

“You misjudged me, Ev.” The gazes of the two stuck together, as long as Alea was here she did not find out all about this stupid woman in front of her.

“Do you think that you are the only one in this world who looks miserable? Cuddled with pain?

“Then how am I an orphan. I don't even know what my parents' faces are.

“I never know how the face of the mother who gave birth to me.”

Evans' eyeballs look perfectly rounded even for a few seconds.

“At least his life is luckier because you know and you once got affection from both your parents.”

“You have felt happiness in the embrace by both your parents even though you finally like this.”

Evans was silent while thinking that the beautiful bead of eyes was staring at Alea.

“Do you think my life is perfect as you imagine?

“You don't know me either, Evans. If you think my life has been perfect all this time, he replied

“You were wrong to judge me like, Evans. Is it just you in this world who are hugged with pain, hmm?

“Are you so sure that my life is as perfect as you know it?” alela sounded slow.

“At least you're still lucky from me. You can know who your parents are, you have also felt happiness in the embrace by both of your parents. Although you're finally like this, Ev.”

Evans stared silently at Alea. “You want to know how my life that you said was perfect isn't it?”

“Since I was five years old I've been living hard in an orphanage raised by old men who are fond of gambling and drunk.

“Makian, punch, hunger, lash even more painful torment all this time I have swallowed deeply.

“You know what wounds I have been suffering until I finally made peace with myself?”

Evans looked up at Alea. The woman took a deep breath.

“They sold me to one of the rich men from ginseng country.

“The old man was luring I'd get a new family, but it turns out it's all fake.

“They give me happiness and luxury that are all just, pseudo and—"

 “FALSU!”

Alea smiled bitterly recalling the painful past.

“They took the spinal cord to donate to her son who had leukemia and after they got. They dumped me and maliciously slandered me.”

“They returned me to my homeland when my condition worsened with a body full of blood.

“They ended up dumping me in the trash,” Alea said, recalling a six-year cross where she was seventeen.

“Even if my way of life for seventeen years is so heavy. But, I did not at all change my life any further, let alone to the point of turning my conscience off. No Ev.”

 “I believe I can still get better happiness even if I have such deep wounds. So, do you think only you and Mika have the bitterness of life?

Evans' eyeballs tickled. His body froze with eyes staring at the sapphire bead before him.

Which is the question Evans this time, since when did the little hand rub gently on his cheek and wipe the tears that fell?

That gentle gaze seemed to spill a lot of things as well as pent-up emotions.

 A similarly painful wound was finally revealed as if pulling half of his soul.

Even if the carrier is always relaxed and impressed like a fool. But he is good at hiding wounds.

Alea had already made peace with her past and the woman kept her angel-like side, hers.

“Never blame such a cruel fate for our painful lives that there is never a happy point.”

“All of this has become our dark and wound-filled lifeline.

“Trust behind this all there is a point where we will feel true happiness.”

“Back gets better so you don't keep getting stuck with the darkness that always holds you back.”

Evans stared with a grin.

“Once again I see you loving me like this—"

Evans pulled out a clenched hand and floated right in Alea's face.

And algi, the woman is undaunted by the threat and treatment Evans nearly killed her.

Once again, the woman was not submissive and scared but Alea clasped the clenched hand with her soft hands.

The sad look looked at Evans' beautiful bead eyes and that unfortunately always keeps Evans trapped again.

“You're a good man, Ev. You still have a good heart.”

For some reason, both eyes caught Evans' open chest. Behind the black shirt, Alea could see the traces of stitches right on her left chest.

“What is a former shot by his mother?” inner Alea.

Alea's hand stretched out just like that touching the scar. The wounds that turned Evans into a terrible monster.

Alea held Evans' hand. Alea cried seeing the marks.

“I'm sorry, don't know with the wound that made you like this.”

Alea's gentle touch made Evans close his eyes, as if the wound had been touched.

“I beg you, don't turn off your conscience, Ev. I believe you can be a good person.”

“Alea...” Lirih Evans with both eyes wet.

A heartbeat that beats fast. Alea sensed that while Evans in front of him fought himself.

The man took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Evans again gave a sharp look, but did not scare the woman.

“Never love me, Alea!”

Evans threw that little hand. “Or you'll regret it later, mark it!”

Alea stared resignedly. The woman closed her eyes, as the fist landed right in front of her and was blown to the side where Alea's head was.

Alea was teary-eyed. He knows it's not easy to change a devil like a Evans Colliettie.

The next second, silence.

There was no more of that man's voice nor did Alea. When Alea reopened her two sapphire eyeballs.

 Evans was gone, the man had left with sobs, even though his eyes caught Evans' steady back.

Up ahead, the man tried to muffle and divert the sound of the cry. Damn, why does his chest even feel pain and tightness.

What's more when that stupid woman holds that scar, Evans seems to be controlled by a kind-hearted angel like Alea.

Along the way to his private room, Evans held onto his throbbing chest.

 His past that he had been covering up so tightly was finally exposed already, and it was from his mouth.

Damn, that stupid woman had already forced open who she really was.

Evans growled angrily at himself even the touch left a trace.

“Arrgghh, shit!” his words are full of emotion.

“The woman should leave this mansion. Alea should be put away!”

Yuk ah, coment. Which wound do you think is heavier? Don't forget the like and the gift well sekebon.