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A woman named Isabella moves back to Boston after the
Anonymous
May 24
Scenario:A woman named Isabella moves back to Boston after the death of her parents and reunites with her godfather, Alexander, who tries to persuade her to stay with him instead of moving into her own place, but she insists on starting fresh on her own.
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I had been living in New York for the past five years, ever since I left Boston to go to college.
I loved New York and I had no intention of ever going back.
At least that was what I had thought, until my parents died in a car accident and it all changed.
The decision to move back to Boston was a hard one and breaking the news to my godfather had been even harder.
Alexander was a powerful man in Boston’s underworld, and he was my godfather, but more than anything he was my friend.
He had been my protector and guardian since I was a little girl, always there for me when I needed him.
He was also my dad’s best friend, and he had promised my parents that he would always look after me.
When they decided to move to New York for my dad’s new job, Alexander didn’t want them to go.
He wasn’t happy about moving away from me, but they had both assured him that I would be fine.
I loved Alexander, but I was also fiercely independent and I didn’t want to rely on anyone else.
I wanted to make it on my own in New York, and I had done exactly that.
It wasn’t easy, but I had made it work.
I had my parents and Alexander just a phone call away if I needed them, but most of the time it was just me.
I missed them terribly, but it was time for me to move back to Boston where they were buried.
I knew that Alexander would be there for me once again, helping me get back on my feet after this tragedy.
There was no one else that I trusted more than him.
The memory of telling Alexander about my decision to move back to Boston flashed through my mind.
I could tell he was angry at first, not because I wanted to move back but because I hadn’t discussed it with him first.
I understood why he felt that way, but it didn’t change the fact that I hated disappointing him.
He had done everything for me since my parents died, taking care of all the funeral arrangements and making sure I was okay.
I knew he would be the one person who could help me through this difficult time, but I also knew that he wouldn’t make it easy for me to move back to Boston either.
He wanted me to live with him and not on my own, which was out of the question as far as I was concerned.
“Why did you make this decision without talking to me first?”
Alexander asked with a frown as he looked at me from across his desk.
He sat in his chair with his fingers steepled together as he stared at me with his blue eyes looking darker than usual under his furrowed brow.
He was tall with dark hair and blue eyes, and you could tell just by looking at him that he was powerful and dangerous.
