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ᴄɪɴQᴜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴇɪ - ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

My scars tell a story. They are a reminder of times when life tried to break me but failed. They are markings of where the structure of my character was welded.~ Steve Maraboli.

Valentinia:

Past (1 year and 10 months ago).

Each day passed quickly. Too quickly. It was unnerving, along with suspicious.

So peaceful, so calm. Nothing happened. It caused me to question whether he didn't know where I was, due to the silence.

Most nights I watched the moon alternate places with the sun. Rotating.

Each day was the same. Nothing new. Nothing different, nor exciting. Still stuck here; Italy.

I shouldn't be complaining, no I should not. I'm grateful, I am for that I am still breathing my air.

But, Italy is not my home. However, neither is my parents' house. I tried to convince myself that this place could be my home, but it is useless.

England is my home, even though I don't have a real place to call my home. It is still where I belong, where I feel comfortable. Safe.

It's not that Italy isn't a safe, nor beautiful place to habitat yourself.

However, it doesn't make me feel safe. It doesn't provide me with comfort, for it to symbolised as my home.

Not that, that is a surprise. I shouldn't expect to feel safe here, not after everything that has occurred.

Work has been good; it provides me with the distraction in which I need.

Elia and Delilah have been very supportive, always there if I need help. Not that I want or need it.

They are good people and respective of me and my solitude. Elia thinks he knows everything, but I only revealed part of it.

I am happy with it being that way, he doesn't need tobe burdened with my problems.

He's tried to help, but he's so determined on vengeance. Revenge. So blinded by it. It is suffocating.

I understand why he is set on hurting Valentin, making him pay for his crimes on his sister.

Yet, revenge, anger and vengeance solve nothing. Other than bring upon more suffering and anguish.

'I've learned that from a war ignited by revenge, nothing can be born, but sorrow.' A quote by Aladdin.

Revenge perpetrated, makes you just as much to blame and to be condemned, as the one(s) who have inflicted pain upon you.

It solves nothing. Your silence solves everything. The contemporary biosphere depends too much upon the act of revenge.

They are naive, ignorant. They are unable to think before they act or speak. Petulant.

Thriving off of the power and satisfaction that they receive.

However, what they fail to know, but promptly realised. The thrill wears off, and all they feel is powerless and defenceless and sometimes guilt.

Elia doesn't realise this, but nobody does until it is too late. Each day, he plans and schemes against Valentin.

Waiting for the time, until he can execute his retribution. I've asked him prior, what his sister would think of him ruining his innocence for her.

He replied,

"She's not here." His tone blunt. Void of emotion.

The need and greed for reprisal are becoming him, slowly plucking the reality from him. Along with his morality.