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
PIETROI shook my head in disagreement when I heard Pericles’s words. Although we have that chance, I don’t think we really had the option to grab it. Besides, his logic is faulty.He’s saying that what Bianca did is a good thing, what she did would never be a good thing even if she has good reasons. Abandoning your friends and abandoning your responsibility as soon as you were given a chance is simply an act of betrayal.Pericles is right when he said that we only live one life, but our lives more important than the many lives of people in this world?We do live one life and so do others. We should make our lives worth it by saving the world, making many people live an easy and better life with their one chance of living in this world.Pericles’s brow knotted together when he received an undesired reaction from me. He stared at my face, not believing the negative reaction I gave him. A weird look appeared on his face, not understanding why I wouldn’t agree with him.“Pietro,” Pericle
LUCREZIA"What is the problem? Is everything okay?" Letizia rushes in my room a few minutes after Pietro had left.With quivering lips and a broken heart, I took a few steps backwards until the back of my knees touched my bed, making me sit there, feeling at a loss. Letizia rushes beside me upon seeing my distressed state. Without any idea of what has happened to me, she could only sit beside me in silence, with worry covering her entire body."I knew it! There is no other reason for you to come here alone unless something is going on between you and your husband" Letizia voices out with her eyes squinted together."Why didn't you tell me? why did you chose tohide things from me?" Letizia bombarded me with questions.Even I were to inform her about it, I doubt that it would bring us any help. As much as possible, I do not want to involve her in my situation, not just because it would be more troublesome, but also because I don't want my sister to worry about me too.She already has a
LUCREZIAI shut my eyes tight after the words escaped my mouth. I suddenly felt bad when I felt Letizia turn rigid beside me."W-What?" Letizia slightly stuttered as she asks me in a weak voice. Knowing the weight of my words too well, I lowered my head and bit my lower lip in shame upon telling her the truth.Getting a divorce as an Italian-American who is known for filial piety and holds marriage as a sacred thing is immoral for us.Divorce is even a topic of conversation that shouldn't be discussed for us.In all the marriages that happened in the Italian-American families whether they were successful or not, no one ever got divorce after marriage.People in the mafia looks down on divorce, especially on divorced husband and wives. If Pietro and I got divorced, not only will people close around us will look down on us, but it would basically be self destructing our reputation in the mafiaBeing a divorced husband or a divorced woman"W-Why?" Letizia asks softly, still slightly st