Danica
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes locked on Ignazio's disheveled form. The only person I wasn’t expecting to see, but was longing for. He looked like he had aged years since the last time I saw him. His eyes were sunken, his skin pale, and his hair mussed. He looked so broken.
My heart hurts at the image in front of me. I wanted to reach out to him to make his worries disappear, but I remained rooted where I was.
Kylie, sensing the tension, stepped back inside the house and invited Ignazio in. "Please, come in," she said, her voice soft and welcoming.
Ignazio's eyes flickered to Kylie, and he nodded his thanks. "Grazie," he muttered, his voice low and rough.
I’ve missed hearing his voice, the roughness and thickness of it, it makes me blush.
