I never thought I would live past thirty.
When I was young they told me children didn't survive the mafia, not without a family, I proved them wrong.
I rose above the rest, became greater and greater but still I knew someone without a family don't live for long, especially not a mind the greatest.
I had no delusion that I would grow old, I knew that was impossible.
I thought about how I would die. In a blaze of glory or in a back alley after the past came to take revenge.
I never thought I would die for someone else, never thought I care that much, wasn't even sure if I could.
So why?
I am the greatest hitman in the world, why couldn't I protect them?
Why did they die?
Those fools, sacrificing themselves to save me.
They are so useless, so stupid , so damn lovable.
I never thought I die old but I don't think I can die young either now.
If I could, I would have died in their place.
Would give anything to get them back.
I would take a bullet to the head for them, I just realized that to late.
Because now their dead, and I'm alone again. But I cant die , I have to live. Not for me but for them.
I will live.