Things are still the same.
Same old house, same old furniture, same old war…
…Same old me.
My chest has been throbbing, no, burning lately and it scares me.
Am I going to die now? Will I disappear now? I thought to myself.
No.
I can't.
Not yet.
I haven't lost to the pain nor have I lost it yet.
Not until I rid myself of this unbearable pain…
Nobody has visited me again. It's probably because of the bombs and the raids going on outside my doorstep. And I guess I miss seeing people. I miss seeing them.
I miss them...
I haven't seen him nor my brother for a long time now.
God, I missed them…
I would give anything to see them…
…
But I don't think they'd want to see me again.
I mean, I wasn't the best person to be with them even though I loved them dearly…
I loved them dearly…
I'm such a horrible person.
Why couldn't I have said what I wanted to say and do what I wanted to do with them before it was too late?
It's too late.
Too late.
If only I had been a better person.
A/N: Okay so as you may have noticed, the first 2 uploads have been really short. And that's kind of what I had in mind actually. The next ones will get longer and longer and I will try uploading each one each so it doesn't feel jumbled up and stuff. I'm really sorry for the cliff-hangers but I wanted it to be that way...
Also, I don't really know if you guys noticed that Romano's thoughts look a bit like it's just running. And that's actually correct, it's running because it's his thoughts. It's all up to you readers to guess why ;)
Reviews are truly appreciated :D