Welcome to my World
It was the only release from the after the other he drank, until,eventually, the whole bottle was empty.
A Few Hours Before
The tophats stood out the severity of his situation was addressed da the black Suits and the hankerchief, damp from his world had turned around axis was spinning out of control and he was on the edge, clinging on for dear life.
The door was his worst enemy. But what was behind it was his worst felt like a lifetime to get to his destiny. His fingers ached and trembled as he placed them on the handle and he gently clutched his side pocket. He swung the door open, closing his eyes as he went, daring to believe he was wrong.
He wasn't mistaken. His tears shuddered down his cheek as his body shook to its very wept and wept and couldn't stop until the early hours of the morning.
As soon as the door swung open a few hours earlier,the sounds of violins flooded his ears. It was the best and worst giorno of his life. When he heard the news, it was like Heaven and hell in the spazio of a heartbeat.
They were blissfully happy two best Friends in the whole wide should have been elated for he wasn't. He felt so strongly about her but he couldn't tell her. He couldn't.
The string quartet kept on playing as he entered the part of his dream when he wanted to wake up. He glanced at her, momentarily, just to see wether she was looking back. He had to double take as he saw her standing there in her silk wedding dress. The fabric was billowing all the way down to the polished wooden floor.
In that precise moment he felt a surge of confidence burst through , extravagantly, decided to tell her, then and there, what he felt for her. Wedding giorno o no wedding day, it didn't matter.
He went over to her and brought her to the edge of the dancefloor, making sure that they would not be overheard. He explained to her that she shouldn't have married Donny, she should have married him. She obviously thought he was joking, as she started to sip on her champagne, laughing grabbed her da the shoulders and made her look at him. He made it clear that he had been in Amore with her since the giorno they met. He apologised for proclaiming his Amore on her wedding giorno but he thought he would burst if he didn't.
The reaction he was dato was condescending to say the least." te don't Amore me, te just think te do"
"You don't know that", an expression of confusion crossing his pale but strong face.
" I do. It isn't real. Someday you'll find the woman of your dreams, but that woman isn't me." A single tear slid down her made up face.
A salty yet comforting baciare was placed on his dry lips. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment. It didn't matter what she said. He still loved slowly but elegantly walked away from him. From his love. He remained elusive throughout the rest of the reception, only chatting if someone came up to him.
One after the other he drank, until the pain was not so bad anymore.
It was the only release from the after the other he drank, until,eventually, the whole bottle was empty.
A Few Hours Before
The tophats stood out the severity of his situation was addressed da the black Suits and the hankerchief, damp from his world had turned around axis was spinning out of control and he was on the edge, clinging on for dear life.
The door was his worst enemy. But what was behind it was his worst felt like a lifetime to get to his destiny. His fingers ached and trembled as he placed them on the handle and he gently clutched his side pocket. He swung the door open, closing his eyes as he went, daring to believe he was wrong.
He wasn't mistaken. His tears shuddered down his cheek as his body shook to its very wept and wept and couldn't stop until the early hours of the morning.
As soon as the door swung open a few hours earlier,the sounds of violins flooded his ears. It was the best and worst giorno of his life. When he heard the news, it was like Heaven and hell in the spazio of a heartbeat.
They were blissfully happy two best Friends in the whole wide should have been elated for he wasn't. He felt so strongly about her but he couldn't tell her. He couldn't.
The string quartet kept on playing as he entered the part of his dream when he wanted to wake up. He glanced at her, momentarily, just to see wether she was looking back. He had to double take as he saw her standing there in her silk wedding dress. The fabric was billowing all the way down to the polished wooden floor.
In that precise moment he felt a surge of confidence burst through , extravagantly, decided to tell her, then and there, what he felt for her. Wedding giorno o no wedding day, it didn't matter.
He went over to her and brought her to the edge of the dancefloor, making sure that they would not be overheard. He explained to her that she shouldn't have married Donny, she should have married him. She obviously thought he was joking, as she started to sip on her champagne, laughing grabbed her da the shoulders and made her look at him. He made it clear that he had been in Amore with her since the giorno they met. He apologised for proclaiming his Amore on her wedding giorno but he thought he would burst if he didn't.
The reaction he was dato was condescending to say the least." te don't Amore me, te just think te do"
"You don't know that", an expression of confusion crossing his pale but strong face.
" I do. It isn't real. Someday you'll find the woman of your dreams, but that woman isn't me." A single tear slid down her made up face.
A salty yet comforting baciare was placed on his dry lips. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment. It didn't matter what she said. He still loved slowly but elegantly walked away from him. From his love. He remained elusive throughout the rest of the reception, only chatting if someone came up to him.
One after the other he drank, until the pain was not so bad anymore.
