I read the diary pages, trying my best to surpress the tears. I want to kill myself for this. When I left Feliciano, I never thought he could change so suddenly like this. It was only three weeks, right?
Three weeks. Not very long for me, but to Feliciano, it seemed like centuries.
The last page will forever stick in my mind like glue as it haunts me with its horryfing words.
See? I told you I can be happy! I don't need a silver lining to be happy! Who cares if Ludwig destroyed the silver lining! I can still be happy!
Who cares if I'm dying right now? Who cares? Nobody! Nobody cares! To everyone else, I'm just a useless pasta-loving bastard who can't even pick up a freaking gun! So why would they care! No one would ever care about me!
No one-
The entry ends there. There is no signature. Just a blood stain at the bottom of the page.
I look closer. The blood stain is in the shape of a heart. Was this coincidence? Or on purpose?
Did Feliciano want me to find his diary?
I'll never know anymore, because he's not alive to tell me.
I can't look at the deep cuts Feliciano made in his chest without crying. I stand up and try to leave the room, and the horrifying sight. But I can't.
I feel something... grabbing onto my leg.
I hear a gasp.
Mein Schatz...
...Italia Veneziano lives.
