𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤- mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
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She's never been outside of her house.
It hadn't ever been a problem until now.
But now she's alone.
The only closure she has is a singular lette...
𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘥- at the point of death; breathing your last
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One week later...
Gio's POV:
Gazing at Rosary lying in a hospital bed, I can't help but find myself wondering what I could have done differently. Maybe if I was smarter, I could have found her sooner. Maybe if I was stronger, I could've saved us both the day Leviathan came to my apartment. Or maybe if I was patient, I wouldn't have tried to attack Leviathan so soon. Instead, I was dumb, weak, and acted solely on impulse. And now I'm left watching the love of my life slowly die.
Yet, I can't change the past.
After she fell that day, Rose was rushed to a nearby hospital where the doctors did everything they could to keep her alive. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough and she was put on life support. Dr. Williams says she has about two days to start improving before I'm going to have to consider pulling the plug.
I'm not much of a praying man, but this week I've prayed more times than I can count for a miracle. I can't lose her. She's my life; the very thing that keeps my heart beating and my lungs breathing. Without her, I'm nothing.
Day in and day out, I sit by her side and dream about the moment she will open her pretty doe eyes once again. I've pictured her gentle smile and soft words of kindness thousands of times. When she wakes up - because I refuse to believe she won't - I'll be a better boyfriend. I'll fix my errors and do anything I can to keep her safe and happy.
I'll take her back to my actual home in Italy and let her experience life. She can meet my grandma and go to an actual school or get a job if she wants. No longer will Rose be confined to a few rooms. It was selfish of me to keep her in my apartment just like her mother did. It didn't work the first time so I'm not sure why I thought it'd work the second.
I'm drawn out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. "Come in," I say.
The door opens and a nurse in pink scrubs walks in. The corners of my mouth slightly lift as remember the time when Rose tried to convince me that pink is the best color in the world; she had turned into a goddamn lawyer. It's only now that I'm starting to realize how lucky I was to have those moments with her.
"Excuse me sir?" The nurse says and I realize that I zoned out again.
"Yes?" I question. Usually, when the nurses come in here they try to make small talk with me but stop after they realize I'm not interested. However, the look on her face tells me what she has to say right now is more than just a simple hello.
"I regret to inform you that Rosary's condition is declining faster than we expected. I'm going to go get Dr. Williams for further observation."
My heart drops.
This can't possibly be happening.
Sadness and anger take over my body at the same time. I've always been okay with the fact that I could die at any moment in this line of work, but now that Rosary is about to be ripped away from me, I'm regretting my entire life. Why the hell am I so incompetent? I've built up my Mafia empire brick by brick and yet I can't seem to protect the one good thing in my life.
I honestly don't see a point in living without mio fragolina. Sure, I've surrounded myself with endless money and luxury, but it's all a lie. I don't care about living comfortably if I can't do it with Rose. I don't need money or guns to be happy, I only need my baby; she's the only thing in the entire universe that matters to me.
Dr. Williams enters the room with the nurse in pink scrubs and rushes to Rosary. After examining her state, he turns to me with a grave expression. I know what he's going to say and yet I hope I'm wrong.
"I'm sorry Giovanni, but you need to make the decision by tonight. If we continue her life support, Rosary will simply be dying slowly. As a friend and doctor, I think it is best to pull the plug sooner rather than later."
"No!" I bite out in rage. But deep down I know it's just me being selfish; Rose deserves to be happy, not stuck in this weird limbo between life and death.
Dr. Williams, who is used to my outbursts by now, remains unfazed and answers me calmly, "Giovanni, I know this is hard for you but I need you to really think about it. If it is her time to go, then let nature run its course; it'll be good for both of you."
As much as I hate to admit it, Dr. Williams has a point.
"Are you ready Giovanni?" Dr. Williams asks one final time.
"If it is what's best for her, then yes," I reply and look down at our intertwined hands. Such a simple gesture and yet it holds so much meaning. Bending down slowly, I place one final kiss on her forehead.
"I'll love you forever Rosary, mio fragolina."
I don't cry and I don't feel emotions. Yet as Dr. Williams finally terminates Rosary's life support, I find myself doing both with such an intensity that my body begins to shake. There's no way this is real. It has to be a horrible nightmare; I refuse to accept it as anything else.
Resting my head on her chest, the entire world melts away as I listen solely to her heart begin to slow. Tears stream down my face as the dull ache in my chest spreads and grows in intensity.
This is what true agony feels like.
All too soon, her heartbeat stops and I hear the heart rate monitor she's connected to flatline.
