-Part 2: First Promise
Something to cope with
People say you can forget things with alcohol.
But to wake up in headache and hangover, just to reminisce the things as they are with bitter in your mouth the next morning,
What's so great to it?
Is it really worth it, for one night,
for one night to have nothing to have nightmares for, nothing to haunt you, makes it never ending,
and makes four hours an eternity, bartering it for a sleepy sounding that seems to last seconds and then wake you up in agony?
I'd keep my nightmares, if it only was for an instant.
"Elio, Valdemar will be staying with us for two weeks, you, please be good, Valdemar, please bear with it."
"It's no problem, professor. Lille Elio is a good child."
How hypocritical.
"Voldemort, I'm twenty-two years old."
He smiled.
"Call me Val."
"Okay, shut up Val."
I whispered, yet somehow father still heard about it.
"Elio, manners first."
"Sorry dad, it's just i'm not used to being a sissy anymore."
Val, I meant Valdemar, I would never give him the second satisfaction of calling him by his sobriquet, he laughed.
"Professor, your son is quite diverting, will you excuse him for me?"
I didn't need his pity.
Dad just sighed.
"He wasn't like that a few years ago..."
Valdemar looked at him sideways, rubbing his thumbs over his strained, "danish" chin.
"Oh? How was he, a few years ago?"
I moved closer to him, feigning a smile.
"You don't need to know.."
He put his hand on my shoulder,
As in
Oh, I need to know. Things are getting interesting.
Or something like that.
Yet not in the way he wants to know more about me,
it seemed as if he had no other purpose than to understand who I really was.
Or who I used to be.
And the reason why I stopped.
"Elio was a well-educated and clever boy, ma poi cambió."
"Just like you, professor."
He probably left out my father's last words because he didn't understand Italian.
Or did he know?
I couldn't tell.
"My son then dropped the piano and became un fannullone, as we say. "
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