Raison D'être

Youth

She was 21 now and he was 24. The way they spent the youth of their lives was remarkably different.

She would look out the window of her room and gaze at the stars, wishing to get chosen by the next couple that walked into the home. That was all they were, wishes. She came to terms with the fact that no one wanted her by the time she was 15. When she wasn't talking with Will, she would spend her time in solitude. Whether it was watching a movie or trying to keep up with school, her days would always end up with her looking out at the moon. In the city, there weren't many stars because of the thick pollution cast over. Despite not seeing the stars, she always wished for a better future. She pictured a husband, kids, the house, and a picket white fence shown on tv. Her future husband is what invaded her thoughts most. One night, she wished for a love that would be the death of her. A love in which she would drown and never want to resurface. She wanted someone to love her the way she needed to be loved.

For him, he would spend his youth learning at a private institution designed for families like his. As they walked around his family home, his father would tell him how he would have all that he thought was his dad's. His training started at 6, where he learned to wield a knife. By the time he was 8, he knew how to use a gun. On his 10th birthday, his father assigned him a special mission in which he would have his first kill. At 18, he had his father's empire. His kill list was impressive and helped gain respect from the heads of other mafias. Although his mind for most of the time was focused on the mafia, his mother would encourage him to have a passion. His mother would always sing to him as she walked him around her garden. She helped nurture his passion for art and music. He was five when he learned the piano, and by the time he hit 8, he could play any classical music his mother had asked him to. When he wasn't training or studying, he was either painting with his mother or indulging in the books his parents encouraged him to read. His father would always keep his head on the mafia whenever he saw his son start to stray away. Either way, Lorenzo grew up loved. 

And while he was being loved, she wished for it.