𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤- mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
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She's never been outside of her house.
It hadn't ever been a problem until now.
But now she's alone.
The only closure she has is a singular lette...
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Gio's POV:
Life is what we make of it — at least that's what my mother used to say. Leviathan chose to use his life to ruin others' and he got what he deserved. At least, that's what I tell myself as I drive over to our apartment to grab some of Rosary's things.
Though I try to block them out, Leviathan's final words seem to play in my head like a broken record; you're no good for her, you're a murder. How could she possibly love you after you kill me, her father? Who's to say you won't hurt her too?
How he was able to pinpoint my insecurities so perfectly is something I'll never know, but I do know that I need to find some way to distract myself. More accurately though, I need to be in Rose's presence. Only she can truly balance out my soul and make me feel whole.
Opening the door to our apartment, I take off my shoes and immediately head to the shower. Usually, I don't mind if I happen to bloody something, but now that Rosary is in my life, it's different. Even if she won't be home for a while, I still can't bear the thought of the blood of someone I murdered in the same place as her.
As I wash, I watch Leviathan's blood pour down the drain. As it disappears, I can feel his lingering presence leave as well. If Rose were here, she might mention something about how symbolic it is and I smile at the thought.
I finish up and wrap a towel around my waist. After changing into a fresh suit, I grab a bag and pack Rose a few comfy outfits consisting mostly of various shades of pink as well as her favorite blanket and some toiletries.
Knowing she is going to be on bed rest for the next week or so, I also decide to grab her painting supplies. I'm hoping that she can find some solace in art like she has before.
Then I make sure to grab a few outfits for myself as I don't want to be away from my baby for longer than necessary. Once I've got everything secured, I get back into my car and speed away.
The moment I enter Rosary's hospital room, her face lights up. I watch as her mouth forms into a smile so big, the skin around her eyes wrinkles. I can't help but smile back.
"Hey principessa," I say with a husky voice. Immediately her cheeks heat up and a familiar rosy hue coats her face.
"Hi Muffin," she responds and opens her arms for a hug. I set all of our bags down near the couch and then pull her into an embrace - well, something as close to an embrace as two people can manage when one of them is standing and the other is sitting in a bed.
With her head still in the crook of my neck, I turn mine and kiss hers. "Guess what I brought," I murmur.
"What?" she asks eagerly.
"Your painting supplies," I answer and pull away to grab them.
"Thank you so much, Gio!" She says with excitement as I hand her the bag and chuckle.
"No problem baby. I thought you might get a bit bored being stuck in bed for a few days."
Rose immediately unzips the bag and begins to take stuff out and arrange it around her in an organized manner. I push a side table up to her bed so she has a surface to work on, and sit down on the couch to watch her.
I'm not exactly sure how much time passes as we sit in a comfortable silence, me watching Rosary, and Rosary painting, but eventually Clara knocks on the door and comes in to check Rose's vitals. While Clara performs her tasks, I check my phone for the time and scroll through a few work emails. I'm relieved to see there isn't anything major going on that I have to worry about at the moment.
Before Clara leaves, she drops off Rosary's and my dinner. Once the nurse is gone, I help mio fragolina clean up all of the supplies. Rose hands me her partially-painted canvas and I gently set it on a nearby counter.
As we eat and converse, I gaze at the work-in-progress. I don't know much about art, but what I do know is that it takes time. From what I can guess, the painting isn't nearly done, yet it already seems to be pulling me in, calling like a siren in the night to a sailor.
On the canvas is a rough sketch of two swans on a vast body of water. From what I can tell, I don't think she plans on adding any land nearby. There is something so poetic about the two swans with their heads leaning against each other.
I try to figure out why the painting resonates with me so much the rest of the night and it's not until I've tucked Rosary in for bed and I'm finally closing my eyes that I realize the reason.
It reminds me of a lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was younger. It was about two swans in a big, open lake. Despite all of the hardships they faced throughout the song, they always had each other in the end. And the more I think about it, I begin to recognize that Rose and I are a bit like the two swans. No matter what the world may throw our way, we've always got each others' backs.
Because in the end, Rosary is all I'll ever need.
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A/N: Sorry this was so late! The APs are AP-ing if you know what I mean. Also, I know that the title isn't technically a word but instead a phrase, but I thought it fit super well so I used it... forgive me please 🙏
