Summary:
Birthdays have always been a sore spot for Giorno Giovanna.
(Teen, prompts for Day 16 of @aprilisthecruelestmonth: Running out of time & “I know who you are”)
Snippet:
April 16th came around each year like a generational curse.
It was hard for Giorno to separate the shroud of mourning and the personal responsibility of the deaths of Bucciarati’s gang (all these years later, he still thought of them as inherently Bruno’s) from the day he’d been evicted into a world that didn’t want him.
Even as the Don of Passione, his mother never called.
The years passed like soldiers marching towards their deaths, each year a fresh wave of guilt over the phantom blood of his comrades still warming his hands.

















