silenceofthelambs

"Please go."

"What is it? What's wrong my dear?"

"You know nothing about me, you've known me only three weeks!"

"Three weeks? Catherine I've known you all my life."

"All your life?"

when the Prosecutor sat down he had a satisfied look on his face, now it was their time. Poyraz's lawyer Martin stood up and began speaking with a calm voice that was equally precise he was supposedly the best lawyer and he felt like it aswell."Signora Rossi, you just used a very specific phrase. You said Poyraz was on his knees, sobbing, begging. Let us look at that reality. Does a calculated, malicious predator crawl on his knees to beg the person he wishes to harm? Or is that the image of a young boy experiencing a catastrophic psychological collapse?".Martin picked up the book and added,"The Prosecution calls this a hunting map. But let us look at the clinical truth of a boy suffering from severe OCD and abandonment trauma. Poyraz is a brilliant psychology student, yes, but when his unmanaged panic spikes, his mind cracks. He doesn't know how to cope with the fear of losing the only anchor he has ever known. This notebook, these obsessive timetables, these beautiful, desperate drawings... this is not tracking. This is a severe, compulsive ritual to quiet the absolute agony in his own brain. He was drowning, and he held onto Antonio so tight he accidentally choked him.", Martin turneed slightly and glanced at Antonio's rigid posture and finished with "Antonio Rossi is strong. He did not press these charges out of hatred. He pressed them because he knew Poyraz could not stop himself. He invoked this court not to throw his boyfriend into a prison cell to rot, but to enforce a boundary that love could not fix. He asked the State to do what they couldn't do alone: force Poyraz to get help." Antonoi felt a invisible punch to his guts he was right Poyraz wouldnt have listened to him otherwise. Antonio made this desicion to not cage a monster but protect his lover from the monsters in his head. Even though Poyraz knew this he still couldnt help but feel like the time he was first sent to orphange,the words he heard hurt the same as the punches his mom threw. Poyraz might have depicted Antonio naked in those drawings but he felt more bare than Antonio ever was. Gia's words cut through the mutual felt agony. she spoke not shaken this time but with the heart of a mother of 3, “Yes. He couldn't stop. And my son was dying trying to save him.” her words hung suffocatingly low in the vaulted courtroom,leaving a vast, hollow silence in their wake.In that suspension of time, Poyraz slowly, agonizingly forced his chin upward. His vision was a blurred, watery mess, but his eyes desperately sought the only anchor they had ever known. At that exact microsecond, Antonio’s rigid posture cracked. Drawn by an invisible, painful gravity, Antonio turned his head.

Their eyes locked.

Poyraz’s eyes traced the sharp line of Antonio’s side profile. It wasn't a romantic glance; it was the terrified, hollow stare of a creature looking up at a sacred being that had grown to fear him. The burning agony in Poyraz's chest told him that even if he offered his own flesh to the flames, it wouldn't be enough to clean the stain of what he had done. He felt tiny. An unwanted insect, hated by the only hand that had ever offered him warmth.On the other side of the sterile room, Antonio felt the crush of his own parallel torment. He didn't want vengeance. But he knew Poyraz. He knew that Poyraz carried the entire DSM-5 in his brilliant, fractured memory. If Antonio dropped the charges, if he tried to handle this privately, Poyraz would simply dance around private therapists, weaponizing his psychology degree to mimic recovery while drowning in secret. The handcuffs, the cold marble, the terrifying finality of the Italian state—this was the only cage strong enough to hold Poyraz long enough to force a cure. Still, looking at him, Antonio’s mind betrayingly reset, mourning a past where they could have just met differently, even though deep down, he knew the tragedy was always built into Poyraz's DNA.

Tap. Tap.

cThe Chief Judge raised a sharp, gray eyebrow, his gaze cutting heavily across the expanse between the two benches."Signor Rossi, Signor Yılmaz," the Judge warned, his voice cutting through the silent, bleeding space between them like a blade. "This is a court of the Republic, not a theater. Keep your eyes on the bench and show respect to the proceeding."

Both men were forced to snap back at their realities, Poyraz's gaze was back at the floor which he tried to count how many tiles there were to ease himself, his eyes watery he could only he could only drown in the agony of the reality of losing his lover.

antonio went very still and closed his eyes for a brief second there he was about to lose his love not twice , first he lost him to his mental health now he was losing him permanently. Both mens agony could be feeled by the people in the room piercing through everybody.

"The Defense rests its cross-examination of the witness, Your Honor. We do not dispute the profound pain of the Rossi family. But we urge this court to see that a prison cell will only finalize the destruction of a brilliant mind that is already screaming for a lifeline. We ask for a suspended sentence conditional on mandatory, high-security clinical confinement at the psychiatric facility in Turin." the swiss lawyer spoke with profound belief in himself when Poyraz lost his own will to live.

the moment of verdict came The judge didnt answer right away,he began writing his pens sound filling the dead sielence of the room.Every scracth of the pen feeling like a slit against his skin a one he has never had before not like this ever like this,even hhis clinical knowledge wouldnt help him make cuts that hurt as this.

Antonio did this to save me. but why does it feel like he did to kill me is this what you wanted Antonio...ı wouldve taken any hit any bite but not this please dont...

The judge spoke,"In the name of the Italian Republic, this court, having evaluated the testimony of the witness Gia Rossi and the exhaustive digital logs presented by the Prosecution, finds the objective requirements of Article 612-bis of the Penal Code fully satisfied."The Judge's voice resonated, steady, clinical, and completely unyielding. He adjusted his glasses, looking over the rims down at Poyraz’s trembling form."However," the Judge continued, his gaze shifting directly to Martin, the defense attorney. "In light of the evidence presented regarding the total lack of criminal intent, the documented history of severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the acute risk of psychological collapse, this court invokes Article 88 of the Penal Code. The defendant is deemed to have been, at the moment of the facts, largely incapable of understanding or intending his actions due to partial mental infirmity."The Judge raised the gavel, its wooden weight catching the dim afternoon light filtering through the high courtroom windows."Therefore, the court sentences Poyraz Enes Yılmaz to a suspended criminal term of two years, to be replaced immediately by a mandatory, state-supervised misura di sicurezza. The defendant is ordered to be remanded to the specialized clinical care of the psychiatric facility in Turin for a minimum duration of eighteen months. Furthermore, a permanent, absolute restraining order is issued. The defendant is legally barred from initiating any contact, physical or digital, with Antonio Rossi or his family, indefinitely."

Clack.

Do you forgive them?

I wont. Because for their ignorance i had to suffer for months and months not being able to breath, not being able to get the medical need that was my right because they simply do not care for the lives of their people.

Please let me love freely cause you either let me be or i will kms soon 👍