07 • once more to see you

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❝ baby, though i've closed my eyes
i know who you pretend i am ❞

washing machine heart, mitski

washing machine heart, mitski

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To say Leone Abbacchio was distraught, was to say the very least

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To say Leone Abbacchio was distraught, was to say the very least. With the complete disappearance of his roommate, close friend, and soulmate -- which had been known to him as Elio Costa, he started to wonder if he had been hallucinating it all.

Elio left nothing. Elio did not leave books, Elio did not leave clothes nor small charms. Elio left the room completely clean; like how it had been left before he even appeared.

So, was any of it ever real? The sweet librarian he knew? The always patient and kind friend? The always clean and respectful roommate? The caring and loving soulmate? Was he even real?

That's what ran through Abbacchio's mind. He quit his job, and spent all of his time drinking away and mourning the loss of his partner. His friend, his roommate, his soulmate. Elio was all of it. Of course it wasn't real, it was too good to be true.

Then, he met Bruno Bucciarati. He finally found someone else who understood him -- just like how Elio did. On a rainy night, completely drunk and over himself; Bruno came along and gave him a helping hand.

That was the start of Leone Abbacchio; the mafioso, not a cop anymore.

And he swore to God, that whatever it would take, he would find Elio once again and make sure he never left.

And he swore to God, that whatever it would take, he would find Elio once again and make sure he never left

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