Arturo growl deeply as he rose out of his chair, in which he had spent most of the night and a portion of the early morning. Having dozed of briefly for an hour or two he felt rested enough for the day ahead of him. Putting his book back he rubbed his eyes slowly his sight greeted by his other half, his fingers tracing over the deep scratch marks along the walls. Signs of many nightmares hitting him hard.
His dark formed smirked and spoke, his voice deep like thunder.
"un altro pup insonne notte?"
(Another sleepless night pup?)
Arturo growled deeply looking to the floor before replying.
"Naturalmente, solo brutti ricordi"
(Of course, Just bad memories)
" of course" he mumbled to himself picking up a button shirt and slipping it on leaving the buttons open, running his hands through his hair he huffed out a long breath. Thinking about the day ahead he opened his door, watching the corridor carefully he stepped out closing the door behind him and walking down the corridor. Yet again the voice in the back of his head felt the need to push him this morning.
"Brutti ricordi, decisioni sbagliate, zucchero ricoprirlo tutto gradite. si è ancora bloccato con la consapevolezza che la tua vita e sono morti."
(Bad memories, bad decisions, sugar coat it all you like. you are still stuck with the knowledge that your alive and they are dead.)
Arturo growled loudly lashing his fist out at the identical form of himself. But his fist passed through smashing the wall behind the form. Grunting loudly he held his fist tightly as it healed back to normal. Walking into the kitchen Arturo kept his eyes on the floor as he picked up some fruit for his breakfast as well as a few slices of bread for him to chew on. Pouring a glass of water he sat down his eyes still on the floor as he ate slowly.