Sweet Hope

He was living, breathing poetry. Not love poetry, but the poetry which tears out your heart, rips it to shreds, pushes it back into your chest, and makes you question what the hell just obliterated your soul.

Lei era speranza… She was hope. La mia luce… my light.

A toast... to taking a chance, because that chance taken may be the very path that leads you to your happily ever after.

We are the Carillo Boys. Three brothers born into chaos and pain. Three brothers who'd endured tragedy and loss. Brothers until the end, bound by blood, our bond unbreakable by unconditional love.

Fuck porn. A chick as hot as Aliyana Lucia sitting in front of me, hair ruffled in a messy knot and shirt gaping, talking to me in Spanish was the hottest thing I’d ever fucking seen.

Io prego perché tu possa trovare la tua luce, mio figlio smarrito… I pray you find your light, my lost son…

I’d never once thought that I deserved a second chance, never wanted one. As far as I was concerned, I deserved to spend the rest of my life miserable for what I’d done. But here, deep inside the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, the woman who just got me, I was bartering with God to let me keep her…just for a while…to keep feeling…this.

Amor Prohibido murmuran por las calles. Porque somos de distintas sociedades…” in perfect Spanish. She was having fun, letting loose…

For the first time in my life, I wanted to feel that happy, if only for a minute, I wanted to know what that level of freedom felt like. It looked… nice… Aliyana, standing there swaying her hips, not a damn care in the world, was like feeling a ray of light shining on your face when you’d been stuck in a dark pit your whole life.

From the first time I ever saw your angel sculpture, it seared my heart…I always knew if I could meet you in the flesh, your soul would do the same.

I ain’t used to feeling good thing… I can’t ever face feeling much of anything… I’ve done too much bad shit, enough to down me … but with you…I feel…I feel…everything, every-fucking-thing… right here…” I pressed her hand harder against my heart.

My thighs ached from the force of his grip. My back

For the first time ever, someone was sharing in this pain with me. A virtual stranger. And I didn’t know what the hell to do with how damn good that felt. I’d vowed to never let anyone in. I didn’t understand why I’d broken that vow with her.

She’d drilled through to my fucking soul…the tainted soul I never ever wanted anyone to see.

Being with Aliyana like this…her accepting soul only seeing me for me and not my past, a fucking unwarranted blind faith…she filled me with hope.

She gave this cold heart of mine life. She gave it light. She was its fucking rhythmic beat.

You’re not the villain in this story, you’re the beautifully flawed hero. You’re the dark hero who has been sacrificing himself all along so others would be safe…and you did it all fully understanding that no one could ever know. But I know, and I don’t care what anything thinks of me for giving my heart to you.

You are my hope, Ally. You’re every hope I’ve ever dared to have.

She was fucking perfection. She was my light. A blazing golden light. When you’re locked in perpetual darkness, you’ll do anything to fucking chase that light. La mia luce…

I’m not a good person, Aliyana. I’m fucked up. I’ve got a real dark soul and more sins piled at my door than the Devil himself. You should be running away from me, not willingly running into the darkness holding my fucking hand.” “It’s too late,” she said quietly. “You’ve already consumed me. There is no turning back from you, not now. My hand’s never letting go of yours, eternal darkness or not.