The Last Death Of The Last Loop : Italy


"T-t-take, u-us, b-b-ba-" I stuttered as my eyes were filled with tears, rushing down my face. He placed his hand on my shoulder. "You don't, have, to do this, anymore..." He forced out of his mouth. He was going to die. I could see it in his eyes, in his gapping wound, I even heard it in his voice. "But, I don't-a want you to die again." I cried, now holding his hand. The same hand that loved me, and cared for me for many years. "I don't want you to leave-a me..." I continued to cry, I squeezed his hand. "I'll never leave you." He said quietly. He used his free hand to tap my chest, where my heart would be. "I'll, always-" He coughed up blood, I flinched, "-be, in, there..." He said, then his hand slipped away from mine. He never spoke to me in his deep, his beautiful voice after that. I cried, and cried, and cried even more. I placed my forehead on his chest, and gripped his now cold, dead, hand. The same hand that used to love me so dearly. The man that had cared for me like I was his little brother, was now, gone...

What you don't get, is that we were so close. So, close, to all of us getting out of that horrid place alive, then It had to kill the one man I loved the most.

I gave up... I didn't go back in time anymore... My vision was blurred with tears...

I finally got up, and got out of the way of my American friend so he could pick up my love's body. "Let's-a go Fratello. Before It-a returns again.: I heard my brother say to me, I nodded, took my brother's hand, and we all left. Finally, to freedom...