Maybe...?

CHAPTER 43

"Venecia, remember Grannie?

The bridge where we walked that summer is covered of tough white snow.

The walls from the houses are old and ugly.

The lake is almost iced.

I still smell the flowers that are now disappeared.

I straight my fingers, feeling the cold metal of the bench where I'm sitting.

I sigh as the vapour go out through my mouth.

My eyes closed, trying to think of a moment we were together here.

Your smile stuck in my head.

Your sweet and wisdom words keep surrounding me.

I'm so thankful of you, of your presence when I was little and fragile.

I wish I can tell a beautiful poem about how much you mean to me.

But, yeah, It wouldn't fit for someone like my precious grandmother.

You were the one who taught me the way I had to follow.

Mom and dad are not here anymore, and my heart is already broken for that reason.

But.

Why you?

You were my column.

And where am I going to rest my head now?

I don't know either.

I came here for remember those shining breaking dawns and cheerful afternoons.

We were so happy...

And you've left me here, making me talk in front of all these people, and recite my panegyric for you."

I lift my head up and observe the upset faces of the people I barely know.

I walk towards my grandmother grave, and I leave a red rose with the picture she held tight when she decided to die.

Ignoring them all, I kiss it, kneeling.

"Goodbye."

My fellow treasure.