One Word...
One Meaning...
One Understanding...
Everyone drowns in their lifetime, it could be drowning in stress or drowning in water hoping that someone could save them over the splashing in water...
But no one could experience drowning in love w...
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It all started five years ago as I watched my wife die because of me.
The pain controlled my life during the years after the death.
She changed me for the better. But drowned me in the worse way. I held my premature baby for the first time after her death. I felt at peace with all the chaos going around me. It was only us left. I and Lorenzo. Father and son.
For better or for worse...
The same words I repeated to my wife on our wedding day. The last time I seen her was when the doctors were yelling as she continued to lose blood.
I couldn't save her...
Every night I would have a nightmare as I saw her again crying out for me to save her. I never slept again as I watched our baby every second until his last breath.
Losing both of them made me the cold hearted man I became. I couldn't trust anyone. Not even my family or best friend after those harsh events caused me to drown in alcohol and drugs.
My Mother was the worst of all, I couldn't deal with her begging and pleading to get help from therapy. I couldn't help anyone not even myself from what I have become.
I didn't go to both of their funerals as they laid besides each other in the graveyard we both planned to buried in after dealing with old age and our children we would have.
I couldn't bare to see my son in the small coffin that was build for his small build. Or see my wife in her white marble coffin that matched our child.
It should have been me...
Now as I build my empire and become the richest person alive as my wife would have been proud of the legacy that I protect every day. I sit here in my office on the highest possible level with a scotch drink in my hand as I think about the paperwork that is collecting dust and making piles around my desk.
I can't let them down...
As I decided to pass down the work to my assistant, head into my matte black Lamborghini. I head off to the family mansion where my sisters and parents all live at.
While reaching the gates surrounded by my men at all times. I found myself relaxing at the thought of our childhood home that has haunted me since the day they both died.
As I walked into the house I look to see my Father, Marcello D'Angelo going over flies for the Mafia even though he decided to retire years ago and pass it down to his eldest child.
"Non ti vedo da un po', figliolo" My father said with a distasteful look while shaking his head.
(I haven't see you in a while, son) "Non sono qui per te, padre non dopo quello che hai fatto" I replied back to him looking down at our shared features which I will never accept.
After the quick conversation I head outside to mom's Precious garden where she spends day and night at.
She looks beautiful in her garden which maids keep spotless. As I stand over her grave engraved with her name, I place down her favorite flowers"
