⎝ ✣ — 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 / 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄.

there was honestly nothing he could say, the memories flooding back to him that night the car wreck had happened. it ate him alive till this day that he wasn’t able to save her and he wished.. wished it had been him instead of her. dimitri makes a face because he.. deserved that and anything else she had to throw at him. ‘’–i.. tried to save her. i tried. i don’t know how many times i have to say it’s sorry or keep telling you and everyone else how i wished it was me instead of her.’’ finally dimitri meets her gaze, jaw setting tightly as he gazes down at her in some attempt to defend himself.

@lunarsphase​

it was like he was living a nightmare again. the past remains in the past, dead buried & gone. but with the figure he’d spotted, and he’s pretty certain she had seen him as well he felt like he wasn’t going to get sick. was it a little inhuman of him to disregard her sister & their relationship like it had meant nothing? yes, but that was.. mob life. dimitri tries to keep his head down in hopes she doesn’t really think it’s.. well him, but.. when he sees the feet down in front of him he knows it’s time to face.. reality. ‘’– hi.. mercy.’’

          living without her sister, her one vestige of compassion in a world that did nothing for her besides bore and depress her, had been nothing short of miserable. her father had implored, no, begged mercy to stay away from the boy involved in that fatal crash. he’s gone, mercy, was all he could muster through his tears, no amount of di pasqua money could fix that... but she could. mercy, her scarred fingers topped with her hundred dollar manicures. her perfectly kept locks, so often matted with blood. those sparkling eyes, void of true emotion. dimitri moretti would remember each and every one of those details.