Beautiful like a rose 🌹 but... fragile like a bomb 💣

Cap 96

Massimo: Without what ...
To hate you?  How can you think I could ever hate you?

Laura: (crying) Don't try to lie to me!  I know you hate me.  But I don't blame you for that because I hate myself more than you ever could.  You can be sure of that.

Massimo: Amore, please don't say that!  Let's talk.  Please !

Laura wipes the tears from her face and continues to search the table in front of which Massimo was just a few minutes before.

At one point, she looks at the floor and notices that there is a syringe near the foot of the table.

Laura bent down and picked up that syringe, although her hands were shaking terribly.

Massimo: Lauraaa nooooo! Put the syringe down, I beg you!

Massimo tries to get closer, but Laura's firm voice makes him stop.

Laura: No Massimo, this time, the things will be different.

You will not come closer ! I swear that if you do, this will be the last time you see me alive!

My time has come to speak, so listen carefully.

You know how much I hate these damn dusts!
In all the years we were together, I was terrified every time you had to leave "to solve your problems".

Do you remember what happened the first time I heard a gunshot and saw you with a gun in your hand?

I fainted and thought nothing could be scarier than the sound of a Shot.

But with time I learned to get used to it. I saw how dexterously you handled the gun and although it seems strange, I learned that that gun that I feared so much, was actually your greatest ally, in the moments when you had "problems to solve".

We argued a million times , I was begging you to use the bulletproof vest.

I would sit in front of the door and I wouldn't leave until you put on your bulletproof vest.

I have NEVER told you this before, but when you told me you had something to solve, I had come to pray that it was about those "problems to solve" that involved gunfire, and not those "meetings" in that cursed office.

And you know why? Because there was no bulletproof vest to protect you for these damned drugs that were indispensable at these "meetings".

You have no idea how fast my heart was beating and how many times I wanted to run into that office every time the "meetings " took too long.

Do you remember, when it came to the " problems to be solved" I expected you,  awake as long as it took because I wanted to see with my own eyes that you were not injured.

But when it came to those "meetings " you would always find me sleeping, and the next day I would smile at you and apologize for not waiting for you because I was tired.

The truth is that everything was a lie.  No, I wasn't tired and I wasn't sleeping either.

But I let you believe that because I didn't want you to see me with my  red  and swollen eyes from crying until I don't have tears anymore.

When you went to take a shower before going to bed, I was terrified that you might pass out and I wouldn't have been able to help you.

You remember how much I loved to sleep on your chest?