Even in death, you think she is beautiful.
She is where she always was these days. Standing, near immobile, on the bedroom you assigned to her while still the boss. She is waiting. She is there, and you can see the excitement in her eyes.
You wished she had that excitement when she looked into your eyes.
Yet, it could never be. It never was, and now it never will be. Even when you were living, she never even cast you a glance. She never ever looked at you. She was too busy with the church and Elena and the Family and with damn Nicola to ever even notice you, anyway.
And now, you are dead. You were killed by Roberto, who you know is dead but never seemed to cross paths, and there is nothing you can do about anything anymore.
So, you haunt her.
It is a strange sort of way that you haunted her, you just watched her from high above. You did not come down like a ghost and bemoan your fate and your pains, and you did not help, either. You did not tell her there was a secret passage on the hallway, you did not cover for her or warn her of incoming danger.
You just stood there, in silence, watching that revolting spectacle unfold in front of you.
What else could you do?
She is in control of her body, she is in control of her life, and you? You are not in control of anything. You cannot do anything. You can only float there.
This is a lie, of course. You have never tried doing anything else. You can justify in any way you want to, but the glaring truth behind any empty word was that he was afraid that, if she left, you would not know where she is anymore, and that hurt more than you can stand.
She has never strayed too far from his sights, after all. Before Key Maidens, relics and Mafia Families, you have always had your eyes glued on her, always without her knowledge. It would not stand for him now to spend eternity alone, without knowing where she is and what she is doing.
Perhaps you and Nicola are not that different, after all. Perhaps the same calling that runs through your blood runs through his as well, but that is not here nor there.
Steps are coming up from the hallway. Approaching the room hurriedly.
Now, you see her run up and kiss Nicola, and you feel anger surging through your body, and you want to run down there and slap him, but you know you cannot, so you just float there.
Watching her.