Amante Dell'amore | Michael Corleone

I.

Aurora knew Michael since they were born, and there wasn't a moment they wouldn't be together. All the Corleones used to say they would end up marrying but Michael would laugh at them. Contrarily, Aurora would spend hours wondering how would it feel like marrying him, start a family and live for love. His love. Whenever he smiled or the sun hit into his dreamy-green eyes, her heart divinely flew into his hands and her eyes were attached to his soul.

Once, Carmella called her while she was playing with Mike. Aurora went with her and they started talking.

- Aura, principessa, maybe when you are older you won't remember this talk, but you're light in Michael's life. His eyes started to shine like sun rays and his cheeks are more joyful since he met you. I hope, from the dearest place in my heart, that you stay with him. You are his eyes in the darkness, his mouth in the silence. His guardian angel.
- But, Carmella, we're friends. I'm sorry but that's not going to happen in any universe.
- Please, remind my words. When you two become adults, my purest desires will reach out to you.

Indeed, she never forgot what Mama Corleone told her that day, and she remained patient; for the day that their fondness was presented to the world; for the day that one gaze could interlink them forever.

On the other hand, since the first time his eyes glanced at hers, Michael always thought of her as an angel fell from the sky, but in a friendly way. Vito always used to ask him if he felt something more for his angel, but he always denied it. His father clearly knew his son, and he was being genuine; but, as same as Carmella, something told him that love was going to bloom from Mike's insides.