For a deadly blow, let him pay with a deadly blow; it is for him who has done a deed to suffer.
~AESCHYLUS~
Bruno
Too much silence invited my demons out and play. I thought as I climbed the stairs of our main home. The house was as silent as the grave; Berta, the housekeeper, had gone to her house after cooking for me. I hadn't planned on spending another night in Italy, but somehow I couldn't go back home; it felt as if I was waiting for something to free me from the shackles that were choking me.
Reaching my bedroom, I looked through the opened window as I threw my coat on top of the perfectly made bed. The disappearing sun almost looking molten, like it could explode any moment; it looked beautiful yet dangero
