PIETROI clenched my jaw as I steeled back my hand hanging from the air to stop myself from doing anything to stop Lucrezia from leaving and put myself on an unwanted state.I didn’t want Lucrezia to leave, but there is nothing else I could do to stop her. I know I could just grab her and force her to stay if I wanted to, but I don’t want to give her the wrong signals. I don’t want to make her more confuse than she already is.Besides, if I forced her to stay, she would surely demand an explanation for me. That is something that I cannot give to her.I blinked and kept my free hands in my pocket to steel myself.“Whenever you are ready to tell me, then you must tell me about it. You don’t have to worry and be misguided by your fear. Whatever it was, you know I will learn to expect it. You know how much I love you and how far I’m willing to go for you.” Lucrezia’s words echoed in my hea
LUCREZIA“What are you doing?”I was chopping the garlic when someone asked. I turned around to see who it was and saw none other than Letizia enter the kitchen.I continued what I was doing when I found out that it was just her. Curious with what I was doing in the kitchen, she walked to my side and watched as I chopped the garlic.“What are you doing?” She asks again even though the answer to her question is pretty obvious.“I’m cooking for our lunch,” I answered her, with my eyes on what I am doing, careful of not cutting my fingers.“You know how to cook?” Letizia asked doubtfully as she watches how I chopped the garlic like I was afraid of the knife.”Since when?” She adds another question as she looks up at me.I paused what I was doing to face her. I gave her a serious look as she stared back at me with doubt written all over her face. She is doubting that her sister co
LUCREZIAI opened my mouth wide as I let the chewed pizza lie on my tongue. As much as I do not want to spit out the food that I cooked, I also cannot make myself swallow what it too. The pizza tastes kinda undercooked. To be honest it tastes more like flour and it is very dry also. It’s a kind of food that no human can eat. The food I served to Letizia was a disaster. Since Letizia is my sister, she is unashamed to criticize my cooking and be disgusted by the food that I had served her. I lowered my head in shame as I discreetly spitted out the food in my mouth and placed it inside a tissue paper. I bit my lower lip and did not dare to lift up my head and meet Letizia’s reaction. I am so ashamed by my terrible cooking that I couldn’t even bring myself to mutter an apology. “You said you know how to cook,” Letizia told me in dismay. She held a look on her face that shows if she could cut her tongue out she would so she would no longer have a taste of my awful cooking. “I always c
LUCREZIA“Am I seeing things?” I thought to myself when I saw Pietro standing at the door of my room staring at me and then turning his eyes around my room, his eyes landing on the pictures I have of him. I blinked my eyes multiple times thinking that my eyes were just playing tricks on me. I know I’ve been missing Pietro so much since I left. I must have missed him so much that my eyes had started playing tricks on me. He can’t actually suddenly be here standing at the door of my room. I stilled on the ground as Pietro walked in and took his picture that I stuck at the corner of my mirror. With one hand in his pocket, he fiddled with his photo as he stared at it intently. “Is this me?” he asked in a low voice making my heart race.Heat rushed to my cheeks when I heard his familiar voice, telling me that my eyes are not playing tricks on me. Pietro is actually here. He is in my room and now he is holding one of his pictures that I were keeping from him.
LUCREZIAI stared at Pietro after noticing this difference. Based on the look he has on his face, I’m sure he had noticed it too. Right now, I couldn’t help but feel the sadness radiating off him. Even though he was good at holding back his emotions, I could easily tell that something is wrong with him.Somehow, I couldn’t help but guess that maybe the secret he is hiding from me is something that is deeply rooted from his childhood. That explains why the secret is a very sensitive topic to him.I wonder if this has something to do with how his parents treated him. His parents couldn’t have treated him that bad, right? After all he was their only son and their only heir to the business. Wanting to comfort him, I placed a hand on Pietro’s shoulder instead. Pietro stilled and glanced at my hand that I placed on his shoulder. I retracted my hand back, unsure with the sharp stare that he gave to my hand. I thought that hugging him would be too much,
PIETROWith a pained expression on my face, I tried to hold down Lucrezia and stop her from pushing me away from her. With tears on her face, she tries to force me to leave but I refused to let her go. “Lucrezia,” I had whispered her name several times as I tightened my grip around her. The more I try to restrain her, the more she would forcefully struggle herself out of my hold. I don’t understand why she is suddenly acting out like this. Our conversation was just going well earlier between us. We even had smiles on our faces as we talked about our photos growing up. My parents never took or kept a picture of me in the past, so I could no longer remember how I looked like when I was little. I never had albums of me growing up unlike any other children. I don’t have a photo album to open up when I wanted to reminisce the past or when I wanted to see what I used to look like. So when I found out that Lucrezia had secretly taken pictures of me while g
PIETRO“Don Carusso.”In a dizzy state, I raised my head to see the person who recognized me. “Pericles?” I asked in a slurred voice. Even though my vision had turned fuzzy, I could still recognize Pericles whom I grew up with and who had always been with me through good times and bad times. I’ve been through everything with Pericles that it would be counted as betrayal if I failed to recognize him even in this drunk state.“What are you doing here?” I asked him, my head lolling off to the side as he crouches down in front of me. Pericles faced me eye to eye. I gave him a serious look expecting to welcome his disappointed gaze, but I received a worried look from him instead. I waited for Pericles to utter a word, to scold me for getting drunk in a club all by myself despite of my identity, deliberately putting myself in danger. However upon seeing my pitiful state, he didn’t dare to do so. Instead, he kept his silence and stole the bottle of alcohol from my hand. I tried to tight
PIETROMy heart twitched inside my chest upon hearing his question. The pain that I was trying to bury inside myself with alcohol resurfaced once again after he brought out the reason why I am wasting myself alone in this bar again. Pericles turns silent and shifts uncomfortably on his seat upon realizing that he had taken his question too far. He suddenly turns his mouth shut upon seeing the sudden change in my mood.I turned my head away from him in silence after his question pierced right through my heart. As silence and awkwardness enveloped both of us, I turned my attention to the glass of alcohol that I ordered which I still hadn't drunk until now. With an uncomfortable lump inside my throat, I swirled my glass of alcohol with an effortless swerve of my wrist, watching how the liquid wrapped around the ice like turbulent waves.The loud music of the bar faded in my ears as Pericles's question occupied my mind and my eyes straightened on the object in my hand.An uncomfortab