Six Months Later
Fifty: Antonio
Sitting in the sunroom drinking a cup of coffee. It is still early in the morning, but I just cannot sleep. The nightmares are gone but since I came out of my coma three months ago…. She is the one that haunts me now. All I see is her smiling face taunting me with things that I cannot have. Love that I feel and want returned to me, from her. The love I had felt from her for just a couple of moments, before it was yanked away from me.
I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for myself. I had done what I told her I would do. When we were safe and thinking I was dying. I went to the one place I had no choice but to go to. The one place I knew where I could seek medical attention and she would be safe. I also knew that Uncle Hugo would keep me safe. I also knew that he
