Franco
Vittoria…
Vittoria…
Amara…why? Did we not promise to live forever…together…
Perhaps I was too strict.
Perhaps I was too…I was too evil
The dawn horrified me.
The possibility of losing her.
The possibility of losing her.
The possibility of losing her is another thousand years of agony I don’t want to imagine. I don’t want to stay in this asylum without knowing she’s just around. I don’t’ want to not be able to see her. Her voice, her touch, her lips. Oh god, I never want her gone. Please, I beg of you.
Realization is foreign to me. It won’t stop slamming into my head.
If I just
If I just
I had just
But it’s too late now.
I turned to be a rock in this situation. A statue. A movement frozen in time.
I had instructed my soldiers but I am aware they can’t reach the
