Page 77 of Killian De Luca

I look back up at the sky. “Someone I know said something very similar. Do you think it’s true?” I reply in Italian.

“That someone sounds like they know what they're talking about. Must be smart.”

“She is,” I mumble in English.

“You speak English,” the bum states in English, making me look down at him.

“Yea, what about it?”

“Well, I don’t meet many people who speak English.”

“Where are you from?” I ask.

“America. Moved here with my ex-wife but I caught her cheating and now I’m here.”

“Oh,” I say, not really caring too much.

I don’t need to give him sympathy because he doesn’t need it.

What he needs is a fucking shower and some cash.

“Do you think it’s true?” I raise an eyebrow at him, not understanding what he means. “The tale of the stars?”

I look back up at the stars. “Anything is possible.”

“You look lost,” the bum comments.

I am.

I don't know what to do.

Everything is falling apart, and I don’t have much time.

I can fucking feel it.

I know what I want to do but I also know what I need to do.

I need to make my family proud before time runs out, but fucking Reign Pierce.

The girl who plays with flowers and stares up at the stars as if they have the answer to everything.

“And you’re homeless. Are we just stating the obvious right now?”

“Just making conversation. Is it about a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Ahh, you love her, and you hate it.”

“Unfortunately,” I say, grinding my teeth together, getting annoyed.

“Then why are you here instead of being with her?”

“Because I’m scared of the end,” I admit.

“The end is inevitable though, isn’t it? It’s going to happen but right now you shouldn’t think about it. You only have the present.”

“I just don’t want her to get hurt when she realizes I won’t be there for her.”