ANTHONIO’S POV
The flavorful juices of the steak, tender and savory, filled my mouth with an explosion of flavor, but my attention was diverted by the sight of a man sitting across the dining room, his face a canvas of purple and blue, his eyes vacant and haunted.
I took another bite of my steak and looked at him again. “You’re not going to eat?”. I asked, but his eyes were distant. “I figured you’d be hungry after that”. I said, but he still didn’t reply. “Please eat?”
As I nudged my plate forward, the clatter of utensils a gentle invitation to conversation, I turned my gaze to the man, a smile dancing across my lips, and he turned his gaze toward me.
“Let me go”. He croaked.
“Ah. Now that’s something I can’t do”. I said to him after a chuckle.
“She’s no more, Anthonio. You can’t keep me here”. A wild cry threatened to burst from the stranger's lips, but I drowned it out with the sharp, bitter laughter of one who has seen too much, who has known the darkness within.