Diamond

By Nunzia Castaldo

I entrusted the male protagonist with a gesture of love. Silvio is the person who matures in suffering, and understands the discouragement of those who are left alone. Although of extreme importance, there is not only the primary need for economic sustenance. Many have not suffered any financial disaster from the loss of their loved ones, but still they can no longer hope and live a non-life. The simplest way: giving up something for the sake of others which, in the end, is one's own good.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nunzia Castaldo
• Release date: Mar 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310706264

Nunzia Castaldo

Sono nata a Bologna in Italia. Mi sono laureata in Pedagogia con indirizzo psicologico, sono stata docente per molti anni. Amo leggere e scrivere di poesia e racconti, amo fotografare dettagli di realtà e rielaborarli al computer. Amo scrivere per Smashwords, molti miei testi sono passati negli anni attraverso il suo catalogo che aggiorno. Grazie Smashwords.

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Diamond

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Nunzia Castaldo

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Diamond

Copyright © 2014 by Nunzia Castaldo

Cover design by Loris Periani

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Diamond

It is dedicated to all prompt and free friends

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Author's note

This book is about the pain of loss of love and indicates generous love as the way out. I entrusted the male protagonist with a gesture of love. Silvio is the person who matures in suffering, and understands the discouragement of those who are left alone. Although of extreme importance, there is not only the primary need for economic sustenance. Many have not suffered any financial disaster from the loss of their loved ones, but still they can no longer hope and live a non-life. The simplest way: giving up something for the sake of others which, in the end, is one's own good.

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Preface

Life is all we have, yet I didn't really realize it; then we turned our backs: I claiming, with stubbornness, she, life, with the inexorable undoing of fate; it all began, as often happens, without realizing it .

Silvio

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Chapters

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

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It was absurd to be involved in such a situation also because over the years I discovered a model of fidelity that I had matured in myself. I was convinced that Eleana, once her anger subsided, would realize that she had misinterpreted what she had seen. I was waiting for the moment of his return home to be able to explain. I was sure she would be back soon because she couldn't be without her things. His world was all here. I felt him cold and still without her. I have been waiting for her; the days passed, Eleana did not return. I have accumulated feelings of anger and fear for her in my head. I was very jealous and didn't even know where to look for her. My guilt increased every hour. I thought I had to let off steam. I phoned Verter but avoided telling him what had happened. She's gone, I said. What?. I was selfish, I had to be more understanding, it's my fault. You should have understood her, she had a hard time, he said. What are you going to do now? he added. I'm waiting for you, I replied. Almost in the middle of March I was still alone; I had started taking some of his sleeping pills. I woke up with a start and for a few moments I had the impression of having lived a bad nightmare but reality was in front of me with all its hardness. I was beginning to wonder why I had been so unable to truly enter his suffering, yet Eleana was for me the light of the dawn. I was beginning to tell myself that everything had gone on so quickly and I no longer understood myself. I needed help, but I didn't even know what kind. Meanwhile, I also had to carry on my work. One morning I was going to the fair and I had placed the collection of precious items in the back seat. I was driving on the highway, but when I entered the fog, there was a dog in the middle of the road, I noticed it at the last minute. I swerved to the side, and spun, pushed on the brake, and the car slid through the barrels down the embankment leaning to the side in the ditch. I hit my head, once, two, three times, but I didn't faint. I tried to unbuckle my belt, but I had one arm blocked and the other I couldn't lift it, it hurt terribly. I tried to get my cell phone out of my pocket, but it was squeezed under me. Meanwhile, I saw the slime coming in and going up to my knees, I felt the cold and the smell of rottenness and the taste of my blood running down my mouth. The navigator told me: Hello and he repeated it every second. I reviewed my useless selfish life in an instant; I pressed myself against the backrest. If I get out alive, I swear, I'll change, I said and fainted. After a week I found myself confined to home. A copious cast was holding my right arm to my torso, and I had a dressing over my left eye. I couldn't drive or stay in the jewelry store. I had time to look into my heart. Verter phoned me one day to tell me that no one had seen Eleana since she was discharged and that he would come to see me to talk about it. I would settle down a little and in the afternoon I would wait for him sitting on the sofa in front of the empty space left by the glass table. Verter sat in the armchair and looked at me without opening his mouth and I read the question on his lips: Why did she leave? Instead I told him that I could not open the shop, that the collection of precious items was nowhere to be found. Are you standing like this without doing anything? I searched for her in vain, I hope she decides to come back, I said. Verter leaned forward towards me. She said: "Is