Daria had been spending the time since Valentino was born thinking. More than she had thought her whole life. About who she was, what she wanted...and now she had Valentino to think about as well. Her whole life had been one tragedy after another it seemed. With her mother dying when she was born, then her brother being cruelly taken from her, dying just because of a stupid bet. Her father had died of heartbreak soon after and Daria was alone in the world with no family, no real friends.
It had been fate that she had joined the Revelations, it was a way, she told herself to avenge the death of her brother. She could get the bad guys, beat them, kill them, torture them and each time she thought she would feel better for it. Another bad guy down, a bad guy like the ones that had her brother killed. But it didn't make her feel better, it made her feel numb and with each killing she grew number, till killing and hurting others felt like breathing to her.
Of course she had met some wonderful people along the way, people she could call her family, brothers and sisters, Max, Cecile, John, Adam...and they had been there for her each and every time she needed them. Yet now she was letting them all down, she was escaping and she hoped that they would understand.
There was no way that she could raise Valentino in Rome, not with all the enemies she had made. What if they wanted revenge? What if they did the worst thing that they could do to her? What if they did something to Valentino?
That was something she could not allow. Ever.
So, first she spoke to Damien, the father of her baby. He agreed that it was a good idea that she leave, he suggested that she get a new identity and move to Paris. He said he would give her his Paris home and enough money to live a life of luxury with Valentino, and she accepted, she had to. At least till she was able to get back on her feet and learn how to survive on her own. Thomas had helped her out with the documentation for her new ID, for both her and Valentino. She was ready, she was set. Now all she had to do was go.
Her belongings were already in Paris, all that was left was for her to get on the plane and fly to France. Looking one last time around her home, she kissed Valentino on the forehead and held his hand and they waved goodbye together.
Bittersweet was the only way to describe how she felt. Sad to leave Rome and the only life she had known for so many years, but happy that she would be able to give her son a new, much safer life. Away from the mafia, away from the violence.
With tears in her eyes, she stood in the doorway of her apartment, "Just you and me now cookie" She whispered, clutching him close to her chest. And she closed the door.
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