***
“You don’t think that the same stars could equal to the unfathomable equation of holding your hand?” He asked. “Do you wanna hold my hand?” “Why yes.” She said “Then hold it if you think I can show you the universes and all that’s in them. He shoved himself away and rolled to the left, tears running down his eyes. Slowly they drifted off together underneath the stars. He rolled over to look at her. “We will be together forever.” She mumbled in her sleep. She then held his hand in hers and wiped away his tears; kissing them away.”
***
Suddenly a horrendous screech was made by Mia’s mother. “Get out!” Her father said when he had found him. “Get out of my house!”
Peter Facinelli was a very notorious man and he was also part of the mafia back in his days. Some say he still is. Others, probably his friends had been to court and had denied it. Peter Facinelli was a very dirty man and how Pierson had fallen in love with his daughter Mia was because she had a pure heart and hated her father. Deep down inside Pierson thought, she had to have hated him. That night he remembered as he howled in the asylum fighting back tears, Peter Facinelli had entered his house and had killed his mother at the age of eleven. With a war cry, Pierson had attempted to attack Peter as Facinelli pulled out his gun and tried to shoot him. Pierson was too fast for him and had already stabbed him about ten to twelve times leaving the wounds open. He heard screeching tires and Mia grabbed Pierson by the shoulders leaving Mia crying for her father, and drove him into the asylum by the pharmacy nearby a long row of houses. He wondered if Mia would ever love him ever again night after night. One night he woke. up screaming Mia\\\’s name and the doctors found him struggling; shaking violently in the strait Jac et and tranquilized him with more medication than he could handle.
“Dear Pierson, I know what you had done to my father but remember that I adore you and I have always loved you. -Mia”
“Alright mate.” The doctor said. “You’ re out!” He had his hair cut and he had soon cut the long fingernails that was entailed with him while he was in the asylum. It surprised him. After nine years Mia had wrote to him. He looked at the letter in the dim light only to find a white rose attached to the letter. Pierson cupped his hands to his mouth and turned the sheet with those words over. There were a few more words.
“White stands for purity,”
Out dropped a ring. Grasping the ring safely putting it in his pocket as he put on his normal attire, he also read as he looked at the note, “therefore our souls are intertwined.”
Pierson had already learned to drive from his father before he left him and his mother. Nobody knew where he went, but he soon learned in the papers that his father was killed by a car crash. He drove up to Mia’s mansion as Mia was stepping outside. “Mia!” he had yelled. “You may not love me but I know what love is and I know you’d love me too!” He yelled. He then drove as fast as he could before her mother stepped out with her rifle and pointed it at him. It had been four years after thee asylum and he was the ripe age of twenty-three. He was a very hard man who had turned cold-blooded so it seemed, but deep down he knew his heart belonged to her. Mia. He drove around the block to Mia’s mansion and saw her kissing another man. It was strange; the pain that swelled up in his stomach, this feeling of betrayal sweeping over him. She mussed his hair and finally it had escalated. All those unwanted feelings had turned to rage. He got a gun from the backseat and looked around the mansion of the late Peter Facinelli. “Good,” he said. “No one’s home.”
He swept out of the front seat and got his gun and pulled the trigger, pointing it at the doorknob cocked the gun, pulled the trigger and shot the door open. He found them in her mother’s room. “What the fuck?!” her boyfriend exclaimed. “Fuck you.” Pierson snarled. Pierson was very strong for his age and so he wrestled the other man into the ground and kept punching him while Mia screamed. Mia’s boyfriend’s face was bloody despite the fact that he had tried to defend himself. Pierson got off of his stomach and the other man with his bloody face ran out the door.
“You better fucking run very far!” He screeched. “And if you tell, I’ll bloody fucking kill you!” He closed the door and kissed Mia’s sobbing face.
“It’s time we talked.” Pierson said and carried her outside and dropped her in the snow-carpeted lot. Pierson wanted to make love to her but moved away quickly snarling, but at the same time thinking of her electric green eyes and long, soft jet black hair. “Pierson!!” she called after him as she got up. “Pierson!” He turned his head. She was hysterical. “Do you still love me Pierson?!” He walked away swiftly laughing. “I know you still love me Pierce!” He ran up to her and laughed and scoffed in her face. “No. I don’t!” He spat. “Then why the fuck did you do that Pierce?! Where have you been all those years when I needed you?!”
She pounded her fists on him and dropped to her knees sobbing. Her left arm balled in a fist sagging against his waist. He quietly walked away. “Why would you want to hurt somebody who doesn’t let you down?! Who loves you?! Who doesn’t want to leave you?! Who cares for you?! Doesn’t it drive you out of your mind?!” She was weeping. Her eyes filled with tears as he eyed her coldly. Clearly she thought that he was oblivious to love but right now to him that was not the case. Who would know how to tell someone you love them when you don’t know how cause you’ve been locked up somewhere for half your life? Do you even know the very parts of this hollow soul that wants to love you? He thought. He turned away. “Walk on then!” she yelled. Pierson stopped as descending footsteps trudged through the snow. He ran trudging as fast as he could through the snow and then grabbed her and twirled Mia around and kissed her long and hard and swiftly into the night, he disappeared. And in that moment, Mia knew she’d always have him in her heart because he was magic. He brought magic in her heart and that one kiss had brought joy into her soul. “But Mia, you don’t know where I’ve been.” He said quietly smiling as she walked away a few miles ahead silently slipping through the window. The pain in his stomach started to swell. He wanted to grab her by her shoulders and shake her and yell at her with tears in his eyes. But he remembered that he wasn’t a little boy anymore, and he couldn’t cry to Mia who couldn’t understand what had happened to him. It had been three years since thee asylum, and how he had gotten there. “What was that?” he wondered. A tear in his eye had appeared. He knew it was a dark cold night just like the night he thought of Mia in the asylum. “You’ll never see me cry.” He mumbled. After that he had left. He drove around until he started shooting people from Vienna all the way to England. Soon he noticed he had slightly become Mia Facinelli’s father, the only thing wrong though was that he had shot all the right people and soon he became guard of the Scotland yard. It was ten years into the time of his life when he started to rebel against England. He slaughtered many, but the funny thing was he had never gotten caught. All he thought about now was Mia Facinelli as he stared off into the distance. As Pierson walked down the streets of England to his car, He saw an advertisement on every streetlamp with his name and face on it.
“Pierson Cipaolinni: Wanted for hanging. A Note Via: Queen Elizabeth The second of England.”
He ran into a nearby taxi and drove to the West changing his name for the moment. As the driver was driving the car, he had asked Pierson, “Why are you driving to France in such a hurry?”
“They say that France is the capitol of love.”
Pierson replied with a tear in his eyes. He then fell asleep and dreamt of Mia. Pierson had become a gambler very known to other women and ladies as a pimp. He was walking with two women and soon he again saw Mia. “Shoo!” Pierson had said to the women. Mia came up too him and said, “I thought for the heart of me. For once I could be your lover. Yours only and call you mine. All mine. I now feel I have never wanted somebody; some creature I could be there for in common ground in my whole entire life. Sometimes I have known that I would be scared for the entirety of my life knowing this if I couldn’t come to have you. And now I have you and now I know who the fuck you are! A fucking pimp with no feelings! No heart! No sincerity at all!” She then spat in his face. As she moved to turn away, Pierson grabbed her by her wrist. She gasped as he muffled his hand to her mouth.
“Do you remember this?” He took out the ring. “Do you? You little bitch!” Tears had swelled in her eyes.
“We’re ….” she gasped a handful of air and sobbed once more. “I’m moving to Italy where my grandfather is!” She cried. “And Pierson ….”
She opened her teary electric green eyes gazing up at him.
“I never want to see you again!” She flung off his grasp as he let her go and watched her run off into the night. He dropped down to his knees dropping the ring and cried out loud. He came back to his old home where he had found that Mia in her distress had forgotten to take the address she had slipped under his door. A few days later, he looked at the address and started to write warning himself not to go out and drink.
***
Dear Mia, Even as I lay down to sleep, your face will come back magnified by a tenfold increase of your smile, your eyes and the longing for the taste of your lips and the warmth of your hand against my palm. The bittersweet taste of your lips and the warmth of your body and the compassion that I feel will not change for anyone else. Pierson Dear Mia, All I could ever think about was I will love you for better or worse whether you were rich or poor and that was all I could think about and you were all I knew. And in all thee impossible I knew that was my strength. To die trying to tell you all this. I was a ghost inside myself. Some estranged wanderer doomed to roam this life through my own hells, but then again sweetheart, that was until I had found you. -Pierson
Dear Mia, The sound of your voice is like music to my ears. I miss your voice as much as I love hearing it. And I love music now as I once have. You teach me how to love music again. In my heart and in my head. I love you and I love the way your electric green eyes reflect the sun; the way you look up at the stars at midnight. The way I imagine your body is pressed against mine, the way I would always feel. Pierson
Dear Mia, Stop ignoring me and come back to me. Dear Mia, I’m coming back to you.
***
“We’re all starving for something we cannot possibly have especially if it is human love.” He thought to himself. Everything he and her had supposedly built together didn’t matter. And in that moment, he remembered; as he had tried to touch her hand as she squirmed away to get out of his grasp, he noticed that everything had meant nothing to her. And if that was the case, it was time to say goodbye.
“Who would love a freak like him? A freak who had just come out of an asylum half his life? He had gone to Italy and there he would be chastised never to feel again by the tears of a thousand angels and join the priesthood, but by his heart he felt nothing until he saw her. Mia although was already married to a very wealthy man in the heart of Italy and the pain in his head and in his heart had swelled up. He felt loss and pain as the memory of his time with her was altered by the ending of any kind of relationship with her. It wasn’t long before he had killed the man Mia was married to.
It all started at a bar where he found Mia’s husband kissing another woman. He was so angry and rage-driven that he shot him as the bullet aquatinted itself with his head. The blood had splattered everywhere and soon he killed everyone in the bar and left off quietly laughing into the night. He then changed his clothes at a nearby apartment he stayed in. It was quite shabby but very presentable. He had to use a bucket to put the water in that leaked from the ceiling, otherwise, it was flooded. He soon climbed the wall to where Mia had lived. The wall was covered in cobblestones, so it was easy for him to climb them. He jumped and caught the window sill with one hand and then lunged himself through the window. He saw Mia there lying like a porcelain angelic doll wrapped in her sheets. He slowly hovered through to the foot of the bed and examined her. She was beautiful with her curves and supple breasts and long pearly white legs. He had suddenly shaken her gently like a lover and grinned at her. “Pierson!” She grabbed for a lamp. There were bruises on her thighs and legs and her left eye as black as coal. “You came for me!?” “Mia,” he said with passionate brown eyes, “of course I came for you.” She kissed him and that was just about enough for Pierson. He slowly took off her silk clothes and again kissed all her bruises. Soon he was making love to her, slowly going onto her bed and under her sheets, but he wasn’t just diving into her. He was diving into uncharted waters as her soft smooth skin devoured his flesh. He grabbed the sheets as she grabbed his back. A surge of emotion endlessly purging through him as he lifted her and pulled her against his chest as she gently touched his lips and kissed him softly as he nipped at her neck to her breasts. He craved her and loved her senselessly. He was on fire. He wanted her completely and all to himself. He kissed her cherry colored lips after she fell asleep and was at her side holding her. The next day outside the mansion, he explained to her that he had killed her husband; her bruises now gone, and quietly sat with her face to face looking into her now forest green eyes and had proposed to marry her. She cried gardens through her eyes, and the scent of honey from the tears against her hair had aroused butterflies below. Pierson put a rose through her hair from a nearby bush as graceful hands put her hands to his face. With passionate tenderness, her fingers grazed his lips. She then sighed heavily; a golden heaven was beginning to rise behind her girth as wild as the wind blew through her jet black hair as she kissed Pierson gently on his lips while holding his face. The warmth of the rising sun and the coolness of the night air’s release left behind them. “No Pierson. I can’t.” Pierson was overcome by Mia’s gaze and looked at her with a coiffed look as though he was making fun of her. “Pierson! How dare you look at me like that!” Little did she know he felt that the promise of heaven laid in her eyes to him. He looked at her questioning eyes and he told her with the most saddest brown eyes, “I wish you’d marry me Mia. You are the meaning of my existence. You are my lover You have abandoned me to the wild once more.” Mia looked at him. “I loved you Pierson.” Pierson looked back. His tears in his eyes behind light brown hair. “I love you Mia. Come back tome.” “I won’t Pierson.” She said defiantly. With that he swept off the chair and looked into the distance. There he saw the vast valley and the few trees, and the green that showered the grass. He stood up and kissed Mia’s forehead. She shoved herself away from him. He loved her. She didn’t love him and she always kept her promises. Never was never. He slowly got up and walked down the stairs and went out the door. A man was singing Frank Sinatra’s English version of “Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars.” Otherwise known as “Corcovado.” “Are you from around here in Italia?” Pierson asked. “No, but I have heard this song when I first come to America.” Pierson turned to walk away. “Oi!” The man called. “Pay!” He gave the man some coins in his spare pocket and went back to his apartment as he took off his clothes and started singing the song. He knew it quite well, so he started singing the song.
“Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar. Floating on the silence that surrounds us. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by quiet streams And a window looking on the mountains and the sea, how lovely This is where I want to be here with you so close to me Until the final flicker of life’s embers. I who was lost and lonely believing life was only A bitter tragic joke, have found with you, the meaning of existence, oh my love. I who was lost and lonely believing life was only A biller tragic joke, have found with you, the meaning of existence, my love.”
He woke up the next morning and walked up the cobblestoned streets only to find that Mia and her things were gone. This time he didn’t smile or cry. He looked somberly at the bed he made love to her in. He knew the smell of honeyed hair would never come back to him. He moved into the house she had lived in and wrote. Dear Mia, I’II love again. No matter how many times you break my heart. Pierson Cipaolinni
***
“The time had passed on and coincidentally, just coincidentally, I knew that Pierson still had dreams about me. That he thought about me. His desire had only led me to the point that no one could ever love me like that. So I took the train North from England and took a plane flight from France all the way to Italy to look for Pierson. The man who loved me, would cherish me, but most of all, the man wo wanted to marry me.” Mia thought as she got out of the car and walked onto the cobbled street into the valley. It was the year of the war between Italy and England. Mia came to the two story she had once lived in where she last saw Pierson. There she had found about a letter for once every week, sometimes three times a week until the pile came down to the last letter. It was Pierson’s journal from the asylum. All the way to the back of the journal was a crumpled newspaper article someone had in and his license for the military of America. She gasped her hands into her mouth as she flipped through the pages where she had found blood stains upon them. She shook and started sobbing as Pierson told his story about how much he had loved her when she turned to the last page of his journal. Dear Mia, I’ll be home soon, and I will come back to you. I promise. Pierson Cipaolinni
***
She stood in an apartment that faced the sea and waited for the ship to come that accompanied Pierson for a good few years. She kept writing to him but he never responded. Every day she would walk along the shore waiting for him; the fresh breeze and the smell of sea salt reminded her ofh1m on the ship. She kept having dreams about him and as she lay there sleeping on her side, she tossed and turned. At dawn there was a foghorn and she had immediately awoken from all the tossing and turning. She ran out of the apartment and went to the harbor where she saw Pierson onboard.
“Pierson! Pierson!” She screamed waving desperately to catch his eye. When the ship swept over to the shore, he came out after the captain of the ship had dismissed him and as he went off board the ship sailed away into the ocean from the sea. Mia ran to the dock. As Pierson waved goodbye she embraced him and as he grabbed her quickly by her wrists and kissed her neck all the way up to her second time, he made love to her on the mouth near the shore and as he felt her breath for the “Pierson!” She inhaled. He carried her up to the old ragged old bed that he took his jacket off on and he inhaled her purity and her sweetness and took all of her in, her warm skin against his cold and wet body until they were drenched together, He exhaled and held the bed post, his muscles tense as he grabbed her hair. Her moans were unknown to him and his groaning kept resounding in her ears.
***
The next morning, he was holding her and for the both of them time stood still as the fly in the window sill kept buzzing, desperate to get out of the window. “Mia, baby you know I have nothing. I’m not rich either but I can still support you.” She looked up at him and smiled beneath the sheets. “Do you still think I can show you the universe Pierson like the time you said when we were once little?” He looked at her questioningly and got off the bed and sat back down staring at his feet. “Pierson, I know why you were in thee asylum.” She said with warmth in her green eyes. “I wrote you and you came out. How could you forgive me and my family?” He finally held her hand and told her about his days on the ship.” I told you Mia. Did you find the letters?” He asked as he slowly got up and dressed. “I’m home now. I finally came back because I belong to you As for the asylum, it is now the past. I wanted a future with you so badly that I touched your hair and went in by your mother. I love you Mia and that’s all I know.” Mia looked down blankly. Pierson dressed up and held her naked body to his as he stood up. “Baby. Don’t blame yourself.” She gazed up at him fiercely. “Pierson, after mother had died I came here to Italy to find my heritage and I had thought about you since the time you were a pimp, the time when you were in the asylum and I love you with all your imperfections Pierson. I love you with all my heart. I have the money so don’t be ashamed if you want to stay with me. I really hated my father back in the day especially when my mother sent you to that asylum.” That very night, Pierson had gone outside and looked up at the stars. On quiet nights like these, he thought of Mia and he couldn’t had wished for anything better. After that he kissed her warm lips and had a family together. Mia after nine months was giving birth and as Pierson held their daughter’s hands. He named her Lynette Caitlyn Facinelli Cipaolinni. They raised her to be a good woman. After years of happiness, Mia had passed on with Pierson as they grew old together. Meanwhile Lynette had her own love story to tell.
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