𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 from the pov of Marlena (most of the time, but the other pov's are about her). Marlena is the muse behind the band, mentioned in their album "Il ballo...
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MARLENA
Villa Borghese, 2021
As I walk in, the scents of cease blossoming flowers and freshly mown grass enter my nostrils. The crackling sound of my sneakers on the gravel brings me back to the time I was here all summer dancing, walking on this road to get to my pavilion. I go past to fountains and the gardens that led me there but I choose another path this time. I'm not going back to the temple I used to go to, I have to find a new place for my fresh start. I see my old pavilion in the distance and a strike of heartache hits me. This old place is where my friendship with the band and my love for Damiano started, and I am in need of a start-over to build new memories. A blank page, for which I have Diana's temple in my sight. It's a small, circular temple with pillars and surrounded by green trees and bushes. I liked the water that was around me in the old pavilion but there were too many unwanted, unplanned visitors or spectators although I really loved the attention. But now I'd like to stay hidden between the trees and the pilasters for a while.
I take off my shoes and step on the small stairs, the cold stone floor makes my bare feet tingle. I twirl and I zigzag between the tall columns. I feel like I am in another world, just dancing on my own without all my thoughts and problems. I don't even notice I am holding my breath, but then I fall. I can't say if I was dancing for 10 seconds or for 10 minutes but it felt like an eternal moment because I missed being here.
I lie down on the floor and look up at the beautiful dome: in the middle, it's Diana with a bow and arrow, she's the goddess of hunting and the moon. animals encircle her, I see dogs, squirrels, rabbits, deers, ... but Diana's still in the midpoint, the focus is on her. She's the goddess that takes care of nature: who's the hunter and who's the prey, but she isn't a goddess without the animals that surround her.
And Damiano took care of me and sometimes controlled me, yet he can't be a full god without me and his other surroundings.
Cazzo. I sigh, everything I see reminds me of him, except for the hints he leaves.
I get up and decide to go back, the day has been long enough already. I still have to walk for half an hour but I'm already fulfilled with what I reached today. It's extraordinary for me but those are the things I'm willing to do to invite myself and my former friends into normal life. Because they kinda gave an ultimatum: in less than a week, so my baby steps have transformed into immense ones. And if I fail to find them then I've still done something with my life for a week.
When I get home it's already 5 P.M., I lock the door and stretch out on the couch. I want to do something useful like reading a book or cooking a meal but instead, I'm hypnotized by my phone again, because I don't want to miss what they might have posted or hinted at today. When I open my Instagram I'm immediately overwhelmed by posts and captions circulating on fan pages. People apparently have found flyers with a picture and the band's signatures. They proudly posted them on the internet but blurred out the sentence above the picture. I guess that's a hint. As I scroll further I see tens of people with such flyers, with a wide smile. These fans are sharks, hungry for blood and they won't share what they've caught.
