My last duchess (new version)

Marta Durá Francés

My last duchess (new version)

Flavio looked at the picture,biting his mouth lower lip with anger. His precious Ferrara appeared so absolutely wonderful in that photograph. She was smiling at him, Francesc Padol. Deep down a burning pain started to spread again.
He was madly in love with her, but he could not defeat Francesc.
At the beginning Francesc was just one more among those foolish men who tried to seduce her without success. However, he was different...he always seemed to know what she was thinking, what she wanted to listen, what she long for...what she needed in every single moment. She was not able to resist him, she could not contain herself anymore and she lost all her strenght. She even allowed him to paint her.
She was always a lovely creature, she liked whatever she look on, she was always satisfied...so easy to make happy. That was the only thing Flavio hated about her; her constant happy mood.She never got angry, she never complained about nothing...she never got bothered...she smiled at anybody trying to comfort everyone...trying to cheer them up...
Flavio did not like her behaviour, her constant delight by anything...because he wished her smiles and naivety to be just for him.
Clearly, the finest smiles were dedicated to Francesc, her most charming ogles were for him, her passionate sighs...all was for Francesc not for him, her true fiancé.
Full of hatred and unable to endure his sorrow, Flavio took his dagger and left home. His steps went along the pathway that just a few minutes ago Ferrara and Francesc had crossed. With his blood throbing in his temples, and all those images torturing him...he smiled, smiled...a terrifying and deformed smile ripped his face.