Red Scars Shimmer on Your China Skin

I followed the directions. She was right. With the time and the rest. I’m here outside the building, the infamous “Villa Serena”. It’s nice. A yellow, small building surrounded by trees and flowers. It’s been three hours. I saw caretakers and patience, all old, all smiling, all unaware of me. I’ve tried to open this fucking door but the thoughts of not finding you has hit me in the end. I realize what Mickey, that disgusting piece of shit, has asked me. Put an end to this story. Kill all the hope left. Throw away that faith was still secretly attached to my ankles. Anger mounts inside of me while I understand that even my almost brother- in - law has never accepted it.
He hoped too. But to hear that it's over is different from doing it with your own hands. My body will protect him. What is left of my heart will shield him from the inevitable. And a smile grabs my lips as I send him to hell again. A smile, that becomes an hysterical laughter climbs up on my stomach.
I open the car door and I'm fine, I agree to protect him again, take all the liability on my shoulder. He is my brother in a sense and as I go toward the end I see your eyes so similar to his, and I can see you smiling, happy that I take care of him. I cannot love him as before, like you, but I can do this.
It's the last thing, then it will be too late even for me.