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Years Passed and You Still Left Us
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 9:04 AM
AN: Who doesn't miss Mary?
Years Passed and You Still Left Us
Anthony sat out on the docks, feeling the cold, autumn air breezed. His raven hair blew with the wind. A frown graced his unusual pale features, as his hazel eyes held sorrow. His hands were wrapped around his sides, protecting him from the cold. His gaze wandered from across the lake to the grayish blue sky above. He stifled a chuckle as his eyes held water from falling out from the corner of his eyes.
Ever since Mary’s death, his father entered a state of depression. Denial, some therapists say. He cannot bear himself to believe his only daughter, his beautiful, innocent daughter, was dead. Michael refused to take any part of the family “business” as he believed it was the reason of her death, leaving Vincent Mancini-Corleone to rule as don. He left for Sicily, after saying goodbye to his mother, Kay and him.
Anthony had initially refused to take part in the family business, but after hearing what happened he almost felt sorry for Vincent. Apparently the stubborn man led the family into a life of drugs, something he knew his grandfather, or his father would avoid at any cost.
And now he was contemplating on whether he should reclaim his position or sit back and watch his father’s glory burn into flames.
His father once said to him ‘Family is more than anything in this world. More than money, more than glory, everything you ever need is family.’ And now his family needs him; but is he brave enough to take the chance?
He left his career as an opera singer two years ago. Cavaleria Rusticana was the first and last show for him. His memory of Mary dying on the staircase hasn’t tarnished from his mind. Since then he knew what danger his father had gone through.
Mary… If Mary had known about this would she leave dad like he would? No, she wouldn’t have, she would stay beside him, even if it means dying. And yet he couldn’t do the same exact thing. He just values his life too much.
And his Uncle Freddie would be sad. Maybe. To see his nephew following the steps of his murderer, his father, and his own brother, Michael Corleone.
This was something he never asked to his father. He was afraid; if he brings this up he would be mad. But questions filled his head, and it was yet to be answered. Why would his father kill his own brother? If power means getting rid of your loved ones he would never want it.
A sigh woke him from his thoughts. He was not alone, it seems. He turned around to face his Aunt Connie, who wore the same frown like he did earlier.
“Tony, what are you doing here alone?”
He shrugged. His eyes fell back to the middle of the lake, where Uncle Freddie was found, he thought bitterly.
“Anthony do you have something on your mind?”
He didn’t reply. His mind was too focused on the scene playing before him a few years ago, when he and Fredo went fishing. He was so happy back then. And he was unsure he had felt the same surge of happiness since.
Too caught up in emotions, he didn’t notice Connie sitting beside him, looking worried as her hand stroked the young man’s hair.
“Tony, I know you’re sad remembering Fredo, but he’s in a better place now. Where no one can harm him. Don’t be sad sweetheart” Connie said as she pulled Anthony close.
Anthony nodded as he realized what his aunt said was true.
“But dad was the last one to harm him. He sent him there”
“But it was for his own good. Fredo was a wanted person; many people would want to kill him. And he was miserable, he wants nothing more than join our mother in heaven. Goodness sake Tony, do you still blame your father for this?”
Anthony nodded slowly, as he began to sob onto Connie’s shoulder.
“Vinnie wants you to help out you know. He’s a deer caught in the headlights since Mary passed away. Always looking for reason to kill”
“Then why didn’t he ask me personally? Why should you be the one who told me?”
“Because he saw too much in you that reminds him of her. He loved her, he always did. And still does. He knows the last thing Mary wants is to see you sad, and he failed. He don’t want to be reminded”
“I know I don’t.”
“Good. So you do know that us family have to stick together, do you?”
Anthony nodded again as he stared at Connie’s eyes, who was similar to his.
“Come on. Let’s call Vinnie. I’m sure he’ll accept you with open arms”Labels: anthony corleone, fandom: godfather
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Years Passed and You Still Left Us
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 9:04 AM
AN: Who doesn't miss Mary?
Years Passed and You Still Left Us
Anthony sat out on the docks, feeling the cold, autumn air breezed. His raven hair blew with the wind. A frown graced his unusual pale features, as his hazel eyes held sorrow. His hands were wrapped around his sides, protecting him from the cold. His gaze wandered from across the lake to the grayish blue sky above. He stifled a chuckle as his eyes held water from falling out from the corner of his eyes.
Ever since Mary’s death, his father entered a state of depression. Denial, some therapists say. He cannot bear himself to believe his only daughter, his beautiful, innocent daughter, was dead. Michael refused to take any part of the family “business” as he believed it was the reason of her death, leaving Vincent Mancini-Corleone to rule as don. He left for Sicily, after saying goodbye to his mother, Kay and him.
Anthony had initially refused to take part in the family business, but after hearing what happened he almost felt sorry for Vincent. Apparently the stubborn man led the family into a life of drugs, something he knew his grandfather, or his father would avoid at any cost.
And now he was contemplating on whether he should reclaim his position or sit back and watch his father’s glory burn into flames.
His father once said to him ‘Family is more than anything in this world. More than money, more than glory, everything you ever need is family.’ And now his family needs him; but is he brave enough to take the chance?
He left his career as an opera singer two years ago. Cavaleria Rusticana was the first and last show for him. His memory of Mary dying on the staircase hasn’t tarnished from his mind. Since then he knew what danger his father had gone through.
Mary… If Mary had known about this would she leave dad like he would? No, she wouldn’t have, she would stay beside him, even if it means dying. And yet he couldn’t do the same exact thing. He just values his life too much.
And his Uncle Freddie would be sad. Maybe. To see his nephew following the steps of his murderer, his father, and his own brother, Michael Corleone.
This was something he never asked to his father. He was afraid; if he brings this up he would be mad. But questions filled his head, and it was yet to be answered. Why would his father kill his own brother? If power means getting rid of your loved ones he would never want it.
A sigh woke him from his thoughts. He was not alone, it seems. He turned around to face his Aunt Connie, who wore the same frown like he did earlier.
“Tony, what are you doing here alone?”
He shrugged. His eyes fell back to the middle of the lake, where Uncle Freddie was found, he thought bitterly.
“Anthony do you have something on your mind?”
He didn’t reply. His mind was too focused on the scene playing before him a few years ago, when he and Fredo went fishing. He was so happy back then. And he was unsure he had felt the same surge of happiness since.
Too caught up in emotions, he didn’t notice Connie sitting beside him, looking worried as her hand stroked the young man’s hair.
“Tony, I know you’re sad remembering Fredo, but he’s in a better place now. Where no one can harm him. Don’t be sad sweetheart” Connie said as she pulled Anthony close.
Anthony nodded as he realized what his aunt said was true.
“But dad was the last one to harm him. He sent him there”
“But it was for his own good. Fredo was a wanted person; many people would want to kill him. And he was miserable, he wants nothing more than join our mother in heaven. Goodness sake Tony, do you still blame your father for this?”
Anthony nodded slowly, as he began to sob onto Connie’s shoulder.
“Vinnie wants you to help out you know. He’s a deer caught in the headlights since Mary passed away. Always looking for reason to kill”
“Then why didn’t he ask me personally? Why should you be the one who told me?”
“Because he saw too much in you that reminds him of her. He loved her, he always did. And still does. He knows the last thing Mary wants is to see you sad, and he failed. He don’t want to be reminded”
“I know I don’t.”
“Good. So you do know that us family have to stick together, do you?”
Anthony nodded again as he stared at Connie’s eyes, who was similar to his.
“Come on. Let’s call Vinnie. I’m sure he’ll accept you with open arms”Labels: anthony corleone, fandom: godfather
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