[As Salvatore Tommasi-OOC]
The scene was grim, as Salvatore lay there in a small, but growing pool of his own blood. Though wincing, if you looked carefully you could swear there was a weak smirk on his face. It was because in his mind he could have seen all of it coming- but the shocker was who pulled the trigger, as it was not who Salvatore thought it would be.
The entire night felt funny to him. A pidgeon had landed on his windowsill. His shoelace broke on his best pair. Even flirting with Scarlet produced a pang of guilt on his morality meter- something that usually wouldn't happen when dealing in such casual exchanges with women friend with benefits.
And then there was the fact Natalie just happened to be at the Four, along with Summer. It was the first time he was surrouned and forced to face three women whom he loved dearly. Obviously there was Scarlet, who lured him in with the same carefree attitude and zest for life that he had. And then there was the forbidden fruit- the one already marked by his brother, and yet still he was unable to supress the covetting and jealousness. And then finally there was the one who reminded him of his Mercede, his childhood love of many days past; though the two had only just met, it was with her that he felt for only the second time in his life that he wanted to be serious and change...to prove to himself and the rest of the world that Salvatore Tommasi was more than a lethal jester; that he actually really did give a damn about something in life.
The events transpired over a length of time, but it felt so fast.Trying to discover whether Summer was carrying his child or not. Finding out she was clear, but then confessing his desire for her. Then seeing an obviously steemed Natalia walking by. Following the Good Doctor to her car to smooth things out. But then only to get a bullet lodged into his left lung.
I had always thought it would be my older brother who would do me in...Never in a milion years would I have even imagined a woman as conservative as Natalie taking the honor herself.
But I am not mad. In fact, I silently lie here wishing she had actually succeeded in her moment's intent. There's no way I can ever make up for the gash I have placed in that woman's heart. And with every breathe that I take through this respirator I cause that gap to tear open just a little more...
In my comotose state, I chuckle in mind as I think of Summer- I just hope married life won't ever bring the same drama...
