Chapter Text
07/25/1988
In the obscurity, fleeting wisps of air flow through Sicily. The breeze flows past one's face like that of a summer’s kiss. The vast Ocean waves seem as if they’re being pulled by these sweet kisses, gently washing upon the shore. San Vito is a beach home to none other than one single inhabitant, just for tonight. Footprints amongst the now cool sand lead to the edge of the pier. Traces are all of what’s left. Atop this pier stands Risotto Nero. Gazing upon the calming environment before him does nothing but further his resentment. Someone else used to be here with him on nights like these, someone familiar. The near stagnant water erupts in sloshes as he barrages it. Angry, he attacks it, moving wildly and rapidly, exhausting himself. It only furthers his anger. The water does not yell at him back. The water does not comfort him. The water says nothing, only engulfing him further inside himself. In the depths of the ocean, he stands just beneath his stomach. He looks out to the shore ahead, for something, anything, to preoccupy him. Past the beach, only a lighthouse far atop a cliff remains, and the echo of what could’ve been, remains in his mind. What could have inhabited this small town? What could have been? What could you have been? No one will give him an answer.
Home is silent at 12:00 am, painstakingly so. Drenched, his only solace is the cot that lies in the corner, and a measly towel. They knew, and all they could do was watch. Watch him be ripped from Risotto. Watch Risotto plunge himself into an unforgiving ocean seeking forgiveness, for the one variable in his life he had yet to solve. His life was taken away, the only one that mattered. How much longer will I have to mourn, until my sorrows are reaped from myself and sown unto another?