Mary full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
for thou hast borne Christ the Saviour,
the Deliverer of our souls.
Mello had never known his mother, but if he had to give her a face, it would be a Madonna's. She would have been graceful, and loving, and glowing, he just knew it. He just felt it. She would have had opened arms and a peaceful babe tucked sweetly into them. Mello just felt it. He could just feel her.
She must have been everything he's not, after all, because how else could Mello justify being just how he is.
Mary, he would have called her. Full of grace. She must have been. He just felt it down to his bones.
Mary full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb
,for thou hast borne Christ the Saviour,
the Deliverer of our souls.
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Mello fingers the red rosary beads carefully, twining them in his fingers. They hold him like no one else could. They hold him like a mother's hands. And so he fingers them carefully, in his quiet moments, or in the loud shatters of gunshots, and so he believes in little other than what he has in his hands. He's got the whole world, in his hands, the whole world in his hands, and so he believes in little else, and has little memories anyways.
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"Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost:
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen."
Because of course, she must have been Catholic. Surely, she must have meditated with this rosary, and prayed with this rosary. Surely, she was devoted, which made her a devoted mother, which made her a Mary, and Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed thou art among women-
Would memorization bring him home to her? Mello could be devoted, too, because as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, Amen, and he cradles the beads carefully, because there is little else for him in a world without end, since it's still a world without his Mary, still a world without end, Glory be to the Father, Amen.
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"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
"Father, into your hands, I commit my spirit!"
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"Amen."
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