The Lie

Michelangelo wanted to run after Renata, but he knew she was angry and hurt. She shut her door and he knew she must be crying but how to console her, he had no idea. He was her villain, her tormentor. He pushed her into the mafia. He brought her into this world, this world of sex and violence.

“I am sorry that I hit you,” Michelangelo hung his head low and apologised to Severino. “You could have hit me back, but you endured all. You knew I was wrong, and you both were right. Please forgive me.”

“It’s okay, Michel! I know you are possessive of her. And in your anger, you never listen to anyone. I knew when your anger would subside, you would come back to your senses,” replied Severino and patted Michelangelo’s shoulder.

“You forgave me, when will she forgive me?” said Michelangelo.

“She will too, she just needs time. You have to show her you are not the idiot Michel that you have been a few past days,” said Severino.

“But first I have to shift my anger to other people. Narciso lied