I found Simona this morning. I can't write more than that—not yet.
The water was red. Her wrists were open. Flavio was somewhere in the apartment and I couldn't move.
The rest is noise. Ambulance. Questions. A world insisting on procedure when all I want is for none of this to be real.
I'll try again when I can.
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Mario, I can't reach you. Please call me. Please call anyone. You're not alone.
Mario is experiencing acute trauma and grief. Losing someone you love to suicide creates guilt and questions that can take years to process. He needs professional mental health intervention immediately. If you know who Mario is, please help him find support.
This is so heartbreaking. Mario is devastated. All of this tragedy... it could have been prevented.
He loved her. It's clear now. Too late. Everything's too late.
Everyone in this narrative is traumatized. Everyone is guilty. Everyone is a victim. This is what happens when three broken people collide without support systems.
I tried. I TRIED to warn you all. Why does no one listen until it's too late?
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