I am writing all this for no reason; I don't know if anyone will ever read this. But still, to collect my previous life in one shell, I am writing this. The cops and the Vincent's men are on my trail. I am a dead man already, but they are not gonna find me that easily; I know that I will die tomorrow. So, it won't hurt to do one good thing in my life by writing.
So, after waking up since that beautiful night, I started to get ready and move to my work. I left to work with Flavio.
Flavio was a good guy. Pushing himself to help everyone, keeping his damn broken heart in camouflage of his fake smile, that was how he was. His parents died during the civil wars inside Italy about which Luca told me one day. They died without harming anyone, just in vain.
The place we worked, that port, was maybe worst place ever in the whole city. Sometimes, poor old workers were beaten like hell by those guys who used to take protection money from us. It was Saturday maybe. Flavio was suffering from intense fever but those bastards just kept him for loading work. But he collapsed there because of his fever and empty stomach. A worker told me that he was working inside the warehouse. After hearing that, I tried to leave the place in a rush to get to him, but one of the guys, who used to keep an eye on us, stopped me and said, "Hey!! You son of a bitch, don't try to leave, just get to your work if you don't wanna lose your fucking job." I requested him, but he didn't try to listen a word. So, I broke his head using a hammer. He tried to grab me but I slipped away from there. I reachedthe loading site, where Flavio was lying on a cart and a person was saying, "Get to your work, you Sicilian idiot." I pushed 'em away and took Flavio on my shoulders; he was barely conscious, sweating like ice in that cold winter. He wanted to say "Give me some water." But that asshole didn't even try to listen to him. Luckily we got to a hospital in time, and I admitted him. It was a relief. After a few hours, I was lying on a chair outside the patient room, when a Doc came and said that he wanted to have a chat in person. We started walking and his face was so serious. I said "Okay Doc, what was you gonna tell me?"
"Flavio has tuberculosis, he doesn't have much time.", he said. I said ,"What is it? What are you talking about? Can't you fix it?" He was understanding my feelings, maybe he just didn't want me to get high. I asked him if I could meet Flavio, and he agreed.
Flavio looked very sick, he asked as I entered, " So how are you pal, when am I leaving?"
I replied, "Soon enough...there is a new movie going to release. We will go for it."
His eyes were saying that he knew everything about his disease.
I told him about Elena. He wished me good luck for my upcoming life. I wanted to cry but I held my tears which could have made him cry too.
The nurse gave me medicines and asked me to sleep. I greeted him good night and he gave me a promise to meet me soon.
I left that hospital and drank litres of Scottish whiskey at a local bar, where some greasers took my money and beat me and I asked them to give it back, I found myself sitting near a junk bin with a broken whiskey bottle, like my heart.
I fell there unconscious, but when I woke up, I saw a place clean, shiny, and a bed with the softest cushions—it was something different that happened in my life, and I was confused about that place until she came in—it was Elena.
It shocked me, and my broken heart was getting sewn together. She asked, "Did you sleep well? I found you outside a bar with torn clothes, and you were drunk. Would you tell me what happened?"