MATTIA
I sat on a park bench, staring at the grass where the coffin had been buried beneath.
There were little white daisies on the tombstone along with yellow roses. Her favourite colours. The funeral had ended a while ago, I just didn't wanna leave. For some reason it was giving me a piece of mind until I heard a car door slam shut.
I watched him walk towards the grave with a bouquet of red roses. She hated the colour red.
"She doesn't like red" I said loudly. He turned and faced me, a small smile on his face. I didn't understand why he was happy to see me considering I'd just wrecked his event.
"I just thought-"
"But how would you know what she likes or doesn't like, you dropped us that quickly, remember?" I stood up and walked over to him, my hands turning into fists "I fucking hate you"
He nodded his head slowly, looking down at the ground with tears in his eyes. I noticed a small bandage wrapped underneath his jaw.
"Save your fucking tears" I said, picking up the red roses and taking them towards a garbage can.
"Matti please!"
"Don't call me that!" I shouted, pointing my finger at him. Only my Mother had called me that name. And that would be how it would stay.
"Don't you ever, call me that fucking name"
He pressed his lips together, sitting down and struggling to form normal sentences. I didn't know if it was from the broken jaw or if it was genuine. But I knew that nothing was ever genuine about this man.
"I just want to restart" he said, his shoulders deflating, probably along with any hope he had.
"And I just want to forget this day ever happened" I said "looks like neither of us are getting what we want". He dropped his head into his hands as he properly started crying. But I never felt pity for him.
"I'm sorry, Mattia! I really am, I just-"
"What kind of apology justifies leaving your wife and son to go live a life of luxury?" I argued, looking at the pathetic excuse of a man that he was.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, it wasn't my intention"
"And yet you still did" I said, clenching my jawline to stop my tears from spilling.
"I have nothing left to say to you" I said, rubbing my hands together as a strong gust of wind swept through the cemetery. But the old guy kept crying.
"I love you, son" he cried, looking up at me.
My face scrunched in disgust upon hearing those words. I simply shook my head, leaving him alone and walking down a path.
I ordered a cab earlier and it was in the spot I was walking to. Thankfully, the driver understood the situation and didn't speak to me for the duration of the journey.
"That'll be $10.15" he said, pulling up outside my house. I took out the money and handed it to him before getting out and walking over to my house.
I opened the door, the faint smell of deceased corpses lingering around. My hand flew to my mouth and I ran around the house, opening all the windows and placing air fresheners in all the rooms. I eased my tie off, opening a few buttons and collapsing down on the couch in the living room.
I was just starting to fall asleep with my head on my hand when I heard a rustling sound come from my bedroom.
"Not tonight, bro" I said, standing up and going over to the kitchen to get a knife. I took a few deep breaths before moving upstairs slowly, keeping the knife close towards me until I saw someone.
