Antonella
It's been 5 days since I haven't spoken to Hell. In the first two days, he even tried to talk to me when he saw me outside the room. But I ignored his presence until he stopped. Now he just observes my movements whenever we're in the same room. His mother even tried to talk to me to defend him, but I stood firm and didn't go back on my decision. Today is the day of their trip. I went downstairs and had breakfast with the three of them. Hell looked at me with a pleading look, but I pretended not to see. I said goodbye to my "in-laws" and went back to my room. In the last few days, Hell hasn't left the house; either he stays in the living room until late at night or he lies in his room with the door open. I prefer to think he's not doing it to see if I'll run out at any moment.
