Vernazza, Cinque Terre, Spain 1965

I was only trying to save my dignity. I had warned them not to get involved. That my father didn’t take kindly to strangers like them, certainly if he were to find out they were involved with me; which there was no question of. Though it wasn’t me my father cared for. It was his own image.

Unfortunately on their marauder around my heart and affections, they were met with my father’s brigade. When I told them I’d keep it a secret, I meant until my father found out; once he’d found out, however, i no longer was a part of the deal. I’ve seen what my father’s done; I didn’t want to be involved.

I loved them both, I truly do, but not even the strongest love could make me stand up to my father. It was hard enough in the past to explain to my father I loved one man, now let alone two.

So here I was, pushed against the window by two huge men, my father watching me in the rear view, tears flowing from my eyes endlessly. Because of me; because of the mistakes I’ve made; I’d stuck the three of us in this predicament. The car halted to a sudden stop, and I was thrown out of my seat onto the beach. i was held down into the sand, forced to watch the two men I loved. They stood down by the edge of the coast, digging their own graves it seemed as they were held at gunpoint.

I couldn’t watch anymore. The tide was rising, and soon it would swallow them. Nothing but their heads stuck up from the sand; their bodies trapped underneath, buried and chained into the depths of the earth. I pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks and with that I ran. To where I don’t know, but I had to get far away from here. I wouldn’t lose another love to my father’s relentless pursuits of power.