Truism 36 : In some instances, it's better to die than continue
You'd never have believed it, not in a million years. It had been the best kept secret in history, you believed, because not one of you had seen it coming.
But you…how couldn't you have known? You'd woken up beside him countless times, shared his bed, his table, his life. Or so you'd thought. It had all been just another illusion to him, hadn't it? You hadn't meant anything to him. All those 'I love you's were lies and all the times he'd held you for what seemed like hours on end just mere acts from some warped play.
And in the end, the play hadn't been some tempestuous romance. Your white knight had fallen…no, he'd done more than fallen. He'd jumped off and slain the horse so as to never regain his former mount.
Daemon Spade...your friend.
Daemon Spade…your lover.
Daemon Spade…your husband.
Daemon Spade…the traitor. He who'd murdered Vongola family members and split up the Guardian's of the Primo. The Primo who was now retired, his Guardians scattered to different places. Daemon sat on the Secondo's right hand side from what you'd heard.
And you? What were you doing now? You honestly didn't know…but it oft felt like you were just biding your time until death came and none too soon.