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Sometimes I sat and wondered why Luca decided to stay with me in the first place, even before he betrayed me. I was just a random kid who lived in a broken-down lighthouse, nothing special at all.
Suffice it to say I wasn’t exactly surprised when he turned on me, called me a monster despite us being the same. Of course he wanted to get rid of me. I was only the gateway to the human world, that was all--Giulia was the person who would keep him there. Still, had the harpoons thrown at me even hit their target, Luca’s betrayal would have hurt me more then they ever could. Ercole, his goons--they weren’t wielding anything but those harpoons. Luca had stolen my heart and broken it without a care.
Did he even know how much I loved him? Would anything have changed if I’d told him? I’d like to say so, but...realistically, things probably wouldn’t have changed. He probably would have left me even faster. He probably would have looked at me with more horror, more disgust than Giulia had when I showed her my true form.
But I couldn’t think that way.
I tossed the last of my things out the window and, reaching into my pocket, held the picture I’d drawn of Luca and I in my shaky hands. I wasn’t sure whether they were shaking from anger, exhiliration, fear or sorrow. Unable to hold back my tears any longer, I watched as they plop, plop, plopped onto the drawing, dampening it and ruining it and warping it.
It was then that everything hit me at once. Luca’s beautiful brown eyes, the way they sparkled with such strong emotion when we talked about leaving on our Vespa together. The way they shimmered with determination when he got on Giulia’s bike. The way he smiled. The way his arms felt around me as we soared through the sky on the Vespa we’d made here together.
Then I ended it all, and the tearing of the paper echoed in the quiet night.