Born of the Storm

Prologue

It was cold. The breeze was strong. leaves and branches were dancing vigorously. Many hated a gloomy weather however, today, today it radiated comfort and serenity, never like me, never at this state.

Their grave was installed neatly in place with numerous flowers adorned around. They were now in good place, in good hands, in an invulnerable abode. But how was I? What was I suppose to do?

The rain started pouring heavily, splashes of dirt couldn't stain my black dress, neither could it stain me. It had rinsed me in lieu, from every emotions that had yet to escape. This was better, as if the storm was my companion, and for a quick second it made me feel at peace. For once, I adored it.

No one controls time, not that we had a choice. It is a inconceivable and absurd fascination to everybody with regrets. To others who are getting along with each day, beaming widely in pleasure of each affairs, time was nothing. Of each strike the clock creates, we turn a deaf ear, thats when we know we're at our best premier.

Everything around evolves in a hectic hurricane, and I was one, one decent whirlwind. Vivere è uccidere, I have been against it my entire life. I have been running away from it, thinking of concealing my identity, to be normal. But the normal bare consequences I never knew I would regret. The truth didn't matter, I had to live on.

Escaping the truth led me back to where I used to be, who I am. I thought I had enough power to get rid of it. But I never did, it never will. It haunted and chased me wherever I go and I assumed otherwise. I didn't know how to accept the truth, it was never my option.

I am who I am, because that is all I'll ever be. This is my bloodline. But now I have lost them, without any idea what had happened. I should be happy because now I'm free, but guilt lingered wherever I go because I know the reason why I had lost them, Teresa Moretti. Me.