All scenes created were before he got injured. They are all past actions.
song ↯ ➙summertime sadness by Lana del Rey
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I CALLED MADRE and told her to keep my existence hidden. No one needs to know about my presence cause if somehow they got to know, they will use my mother as a slice of meat to bring the Reaper out and I know mostly they will take certain stupid steps that will lead up to failure.
I sigh cutting off the call and looking to my left side, the empty sheets where once Caterina was there. How come I start to like her when she did nothing? Nothing in the sense of beating me up or using me as leverage to withdraw any essential information. Instead, she is keeping me here as a guest and letting me visit my mother whenever I tell her.
Then why am I here? What's my purpose if not being a captive? I clutch my curls and tug them roughly. I don't know what's happening and whatever my heart recently yearns for, I am afraid my mind won't bother to provide.
Aurora, I lower my eyes in shame. How can I be so cold-heart to ignore the amore della mia vita and waste my time on such a fling? My fingers ache to dial her number but I am afraid to do so, always thinking of what-if.
Suddenly, I remember I had to call that number to know what will be its next step. We have been planning slowly to take down one of Caterina's pubs but it's not as simple as it looks. I rub my face exhaling slowly.
My phone alerts me that I have received a message. I open the box to find my helper's received message.
Received: Meet me outside.
I roll my eyes. How can I walk out so easily in this tight-closed container box-type castle?
Sent: How?
Received: Your excuse will arrive soon.
I scowl at the message and sigh tiredly when he couldn't explain much.
I open my wardrobe and pull out a casual outfit and wear them walking out. I meet Xavier down the lane and say to him, "I will be visiting the hospital as usual." He nods at me and orders guards to protect me, more like pulling my legs if I somehow escape from the scene.
