180DAYS
IX

VINCENZO P.O.V.

“Quiet as the ocean,

lovely as the birds sing.

Your eyes shine like a star, high above every mountain.

Can’t wait for thee to speak to me,

I pray for thee to see me.

skin like the rich flour of Italy

lips soft as the cotton of February. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I would always love you,

as long as I live.”

I wrote this poem, just for her to know how I feel..., when everything in the world is against me, it is the poem of my heart that comforts me. Every night before I head back home, I would spend time talking to Ginevra, even though I knew she wasn’t awake speaking to me, I would think maybe she can hear me... I would read to her the poems I would write when I’m alone. It is comforting to know that someone would love to listen to my poems. After reading, I was so tired after the whole day’s work so I slept off on the small couch by the bed... The poem was so calm, it got me sleeping peacefully.

GINEVRA P.O.V.

With every passing day, Doctor Vincenzo would read different types of poems to me. You may be wondering how I know his name, well Doctor Vincento told me, I think it was yesterday, I am so sorry, ever since I died, I lost count of my days, I don’t even know what today is, is it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday or what if its a new month or a new year, what if I am in a new era, hmm, I wish to see the morning sun again, the bluebirds that sing on my window, a thousand stars that shine high above the skies, but I guess death is a door that locks us from the beauty of nature. The doctor told me his name, while he was checking on me, I felt someone touch me, I wasn’t dreaming, those hands were soft and big, it belongs to a man, not just any man, but a man well built, I could feel his veins and his blood pumping sending sparks to my fingers, I don’t know what I am feeling but I could feel butterflies twirling in my tummy, my heart kept on doing a backflip. I don’t know what he is doing to me but when he is around me, my body feels attracted to him. He would walk into the room and introduce himself before speaking, it is weird but cool, His voice is so deep, it holds so much authority, I wish I could see this man and what he looks like, I long to touch his face but all these are just wishes, would I get a second chance in the real world or it is my fate to die?

He reads a different type of poem today, these poem makes me so happy and less worried, it gives me hope, that the is still hope for the broken. He said he loves me! But does he love me? or it’s just a poem? How can he love me? He doesn’t know me? But he sounded so emotional when he read it to me... I guess loving someone you have never seen makes it harder and unsure of the feelings you have for the person. There is a saying, Old lady once told me,

What is meant to be, will be, whether the universe is against it, it will always be!

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