Last Violent Call

by Chloe Gong

In her head, she still liked the sound of Juliette Montagova, because that was his name, and that was all that mattered.

Of course it was something like this that got Roma’s sympathy. Him and his soft heart. She adored him so much that it hurt.

She liked admiring him without being afraid of getting caught.

But the truth was that weight would never fully fade, so neither did the knowledge that they had achieved something unbelievable in finding peace.

The very fact that he could afford to be kind, that they could try to be ordinary people extending a hand wherever possible, was a beautiful thing.

Preservation of their identities was always going to be the highest priority. They hadn’t worked so hard for this new life only for it to shatter.