Danica
It had only been three days since Ignazio left, but it felt like an eternity. I missed him terribly, and the silence of my apartment seemed to echo with his absence.
As I sat on my bed, dressing up for the day, while staring at my phone for the video call that was due to come from Ignazio.
It has been our ritual for the past two days, and I’ve always been looking forward to it.
The sound of my phone buzzing with an incoming video call from Ignazio, took me out of my thoughts.
My heart skipped a beat as I quickly answered, a smile spreading across my face.
Ignazio's face appeared on the screen, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled back at me. "Hey, bella," he said, his voice low and husky. "How are you?"
I felt a flutter in my chest at the endearment. "I'm good,"
