"Look, Romano, the first dandelion!" cheerful and carefree voice resounded all around a spring meadow. The wind brought it to my ears while I was having some rest in shadow of a big tree. The tree was here since I remember, magnificent crown of leaves was always brushed by fresh breeze and always let some leaves fall down to my hair. I shaked them off.

"So what?" I replied carelessly and with an unusal annoyance of mine.

I was young, too young, but the carefreeness of that man was always taking me by surprise. He often returned from an expedition in a horrible condition, battered and all covered in blood, but the first thing I always heard was "Don't worry, Romano! I'm okay!"
It didn't matter how many ship he had lost. Or how much gold was stolen from him. There was always a reason for him to smile.

That smile...it wasn't exaggerated or groundless. But it was always from the bottom of his heart. It had the ability to make me feel warmer. Better. There was that sweet sincerity in it. and simetimes, it almost made me cry. Whatever he said, whenever he smiled, I knew that I am in a safe place, I was sure that even if I'd go to the edge of the world, nothing bad would ever happen to me. Just because he was there, next to me. He never told me that but I know that he liked me a lot. And he promised he would be there for me forever.

I was different. It didn't matter how many good news I heard, I always found that little pitch black spot in it and that was the only thing that I could see. Pitch black, hate, sadness... I didn't want to smile or even laugh. I persuated myself to see only the darker side of everything. I was sure I was hopeless.

Maybe I saw some kind of light in him, a little piece of hope that always calmed me down and told me "everything is okay". But I missed the opportunity of filling me with its warm and rest. I repeated to myself that I hated him. I hated him so much...

Now I'm standing here. Above a grave that doesn't differ from the others at all. Surrounding clay is soaked as little raindrops hits it. My hair is wet and now I know how foolish I was.

I let you leave the house with words belonging to a little ill-mannered and spoiled brat. I told you not to come back. You idiot. I hope you know with all you heart, that isn't beating anymore, that I didn't mean it. I always admired you as my big brother. I hoped for our common future. I trusted you as a friend that I never had.

I didn't realize how happy I used to be. Now there's no longer anyone waiting for me at home to welcome me warmly. I will not see your beautiful smile, will not hear your cheerful voice, not anymore. I had no idea how precious this all was to me.

I told you not to come back home and you did so. I told you that I didn't want to see you and I really hasn't since that day. I lift up my eyes to see a nearby tree standing above a big meadow. There's only one shining spot in a dim view of the rain.

Look, Antonio. The first dandelion...