After a long slice she finally asks the question , "Who was Rose?"

I grab her hand and lead her to the window. I climb out and sit in the ceiling. I take a cigarette out of my shirt pocket and place it onto my lips. I make sure she followed me and light the cigarette.

She sits next to me, knees to her chest and arms around her legs. She places her head onto her knees and looks at me.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she says quietly.

I take the cigarette out of my mouth and tap the ashes away. " I was thirteen and Mark was twelve when our mother told us she was pregnant. A few weeks later, we found out she was having a girl, Rose. At first I did not like her. I though that my parents would kick me to the side and keep all of their attention on the baby girl. But as we both got older I started to love her. I loved helping my mother feed her, I loved playing with her, I even liked fixing her hair. We would play dress up together, when I wasn't training with my father. We would tell each other all of our secrets." I pause to take another puff from the cigarette.

I look over at Angela and she nods for me to continue.

"One day, during freshman year of college, I got a call from my father. The crazy thing was that he was crying. I have never seen nor heard my father cry, except on that day. Through tears he told me that the Russians had taken Rose. I tried everything to find where they took her. I had the best tracers in Italy trying to find her. After a while of looking and talking to people I finally came home. My father holding my mother as she wept into his arms. I remember no one was sitting, everyone was trying to track them down, trying to find anything they could."

I take another break to blow the smoke out of my lips. Angela moves closer to me and patiently waits for me to continue.

"Finally after three hours of searching, Stefano and a few of his friends found out that the Russians had taken her. After some time my father got a text message from a weird number. It was a picture of Rose, bloody and dirty. Stefano tried to track the number but they could not. We even had men go to the Russian house, but it was empty, not a single soul in that house. A week later, they murdered her."

I finish and wipe a single tear from my eye.

"I'm so sorry Mateo," she whispers, not knowing what to say.

The moonlight shines onto her face, lighting it up as she says ," She is in a better place now. She is so proud of you, and how much you have endured."

I place my hand lighting onto her cheek. " She would have loved you."

I lightly pull her face towards mine and press our lips together. She places her hand through my hair and gently messages my scalp. I flip her over so that her back is against the cold brick wall.

I pull away for a moment to take a deep breathe when I say ," Angela?"

I look into her brown eyes and ask her the question I have been wanting to ask her for weeks.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," she whispers against my lips.

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-sorry for another short chapter

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