"Luce? Are you going to touch your food, Luce?"
Elio waved a hand across his face when he didn't respond.
He blinked out of his head, and blinked again to clear off the blurriness of his vision.
The fog cleared out of his eyes, only for him to see he was seated at a table with everyone present.
His eyes scanned around. Everyone was indeed present.
Everyone but her.
"She's dead!" He roared, and jumped to his feet.
"Luce–"
"Shut up! She's fucking dead!" He flipped the table over, and everyone jumped to their feet immediately.
Daniela ran to him. "This is not you, Luciano. You're–"
In a snap, his hand went around her neck before she could form any more words.
"Don't fucking say anything to me, do you understand? You and me? It's over! It's fucking over! I don't love you, and I don't want you! Leave my life, and my home! Do you fucking understand?!" He squeezed her neck until her eyes were rolling behind.
"Let go of my daughter, Luciano!" Helena ran to him.
"As you wish."
