Beautiful Soul

Passion,Tears&Promises

“When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.” —Jess C. Scott

Jane

I was on a soft comfortable cloud sighing contently I snuggled in deeper as I enjoyed the sensation of my head being rubbed gently it was soothing I tried to open my eyes but it was to much effort I let sleep carry me away like a leaf in the wind. The urging of my bladder woke me the next time that’s what happens when you help drink a pitcher of margarita opening my eyes I glanced at the clock it was three am getting up I went to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth when I was done I went to search for Antonio I found him sitting on the couch holding a picture frame in his hand his head was bowed as looked it he reverently touched the picture with the tips of his fingers his aura was a combination of melancholy and love. I came over to his side and sat down.

“hey what’s up?” I asked he didn’t speak for a moment he set the picture frame on the table in front of us it was a photo of a beautiful women, two twin boys and a man who looked exactly like Lorenzo with his arm around Antonio’s shoulders.
“I was thinking of my family it’s my brothers birthday today” he announced “so I was missing them” I knew his family had died but he never talked about them and I had never seen this photo.
He saw me stating at the picture he picked it up and handed it to me.
“That’s my dad Alessandro he and my uncle were twins my mom’s name was Julia and my little brothers “ he paused his voice filled with sadness and loss
“My little brothers names were Luca and Dante”

“Those are all beautiful names and your family was beautiful will you tell me what happened, you never speak of them” I looked at the photo of everyone they looked so happy you could see the love that surrounded them and in there eyes for one another tears flowed from my eyes onto the picture the feelings of loss from Antonio and just to see such a beautiful family gone hurt me he gently wiped the tears from my eyes.

“I’m sorry” I murmured he gave me a kiss on the cheek

“Don’t be my love your crying for me I treasure these tears thank you”
He took the picture and set it back on the table in front of us I could tell he was trying to find the words which made me a little scared of what he was about to say he took a deep breath even though he didn’t need to breath.
“They were murdered” he finally said startled by his omission I turned wide eyes on him who would do such a thing and why to such loving people. But there were wicked people in this world who didn’t care who they hurt or why.

“It was the night Lorenzo changed me, my family was very wealthy generations of wealth some men who knew of my family grew jealous and wanted our riches so one night while we were all asleep they broke into our home brought us all to the living room and shot us all” I gasped my hand flying to my mouth I couldn’t help but look at the two little boys who couldn’t have been more then seven or eight years old.
“”They left us all for dead as they took whatever valuables they could find and when they left they set our home on fire to cover up what they had done” I clenched my hands into fists on my lap my nails dug into my skin I was angry such cruelty I wanted those men dead I was startled by my thoughts.

“My uncle would check in us periodically and this was one of those times I hadn’t died but I was close my father, mother and brothers had already died he grabbed me and changed me he saved my life” I could here the reverent tone in his voice when he spoke of his uncle I glanced back at the photo his dad and uncle were exact copies the only difference was his dad wore his hair short while his uncles wore his longer it had to hurt to see him and see his father’s face.

“Did you get the men who did this?” I asked he didn’t speak he nodded I knew it was more to it I waited I could tell he didn’t want to tell me what he did.