Guest House — Paradiso
"No. The ones on the plates. They’re just like us. Caught, gutted, and served up to people who don't even know their names."
The sun set over the cliffside at Guest House Paradiso, not with the warm glow of a postcard, but with the bruised purple of a fresh injury. Inside, Richie and Eddie moved through the halls like ghosts haunting their own lives—two men trapped in a cycle of spectacular violence and profound, unacknowledged loneliness. Guest House Paradiso
Richie let out a short, jagged laugh and immediately smashed a plate over Eddie’s head. The spell broke. The violence returned, familiar and comforting in its brutality. As Eddie collapsed to the floor and Richie began to scream about the cost of porcelain, the Guest House Paradiso stood silent against the crashing waves—a monument to two souls who would rather destroy each other than face the silence of being alone. Caught, gutted, and served up to people who
"But we're still here, aren't we?" Eddie whispered. "The fish are dead. We're still standing." The spell broke
Richie stood in the kitchen, his eyes fixed on a bowl of grey, unidentifiable stew. He wore his desperation like a cheap suit, too tight in some places and fraying at the edges. To Richie, the guest house wasn't just a business; it was a fortress against a world that had forgotten he existed. Every lie he told the guests, every grand gesture he made with a trembling hand, was a plea for relevance. He needed to be the "host," the man in charge, because the alternative was being a man with nothing.
Across the room, Eddie sat slumped in a chair, a bottle of something caustic cradled in his lap. Eddie was the mirror Richie refused to look into. He was the physical manifestation of their shared failure, his body a map of scars and poorly set bones from years of Richie’s "accidental" outbursts. Yet, he stayed. He stayed because, in the warped logic of their codependency, being punched by Richie was better than being seen by no one at all.
There was a quiet moment—a rarity in a house built on screams.
