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The church bell rang eight times
On the airport he sits on the waiting seats resting his head on the glass walls. His warm breath started to form a mist on the crystal, he with one finger started to draw stars to see if he could clear his mind and watch them how they vanish away. "I hate you" Those three words mingled with his childish thoughts, which only made his bitter tears rush down his cheeks and ended on the tiled floor. He sniffed his tears a little before looking down on his phone.
"You don't even call!" He paused before taking a breath and opens it.
"Flight to Italy to Japan will go out it few minutes"
Hearing the call he grabs his coat and moves through a door the led to the plane. Going through the dark corridor he took a glimpse back to see if someone will actually miss him, but he saw none and continued with his tracks.
Over the distance his brother, still was on the balcony, but this time the newspaper was on his side. He slowly stretches his arms and stands from the chair on where he was sitting since the morning. His legs were kind of numb and he slowly moves through the living room until he reaches the kitchen. The first thing he did when he steps on though carpet was taking a glimpse at the clock.
The church bells rang nine times
Romano was confused, judging at the hour his little brother is suppose to be at the kitchen making another pasta dish. He knows, better than anyone else the agenda of his brother, even if in some time he added new things, but this time it was different. The place was spotless and not even a spoon was moved. Utter silence was around the house just to be broken by Romano's steady steps. Then he starts to climb the stairs to Feliciano's room. Stopping in front on the door he takes a deep breath and knock it patiently.
Nothing
He started to tap the carpeted floor and knocked again, this time he gave a loudly bang. He stood there with his arms cross; many thoughts came rushing down like a heavy autumn rain. "Did the words actually hurt him?" or "Did he doing this on purpose?" he called out, still his brother didn't answer.
"Wimp! You better open the damn door!" he yelled, but his voice started to tremble and his hands started to shake when he felt his palms touch the cold silver doorknob.
Turning it around he noticed it was opened, he slowly entered. The room was all dark and the only light was coming from outside because the crystal windows were open.
"Feliciano?' he turns the lights on just to find the bed empty and the closet and drawers empty as well.
His heart started to beat rapidly and in a nervous attempt broke the lamp. He started to move everything and every time his eyes took a glimpse everything was clean. The art tools his brother use to have scatter around his private world were no more, all the clothes he wears where nowhere to be found. Searching in the evening, looking at the sea, he didn't left a place on his house untouched. Getting exhausted he sit on a chair with and cradle his face on his hands. His brother was gone.
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