Abigail's POV
I can't breathe.
The air feels stuffy around me as I watch Luca storm away.
My chest tightens as I call after him, my voice shaking, barely above a whisper.
"Luca, wait!" I plead, my feet moving before my mind can catch up.
But he doesn’t stop. He doesn't even flinch.
His back remains turned to me, his shoulders stiff, a clear sign that he is beyond angry.
"Luca, please!" I try again, my voice a little louder this time. The desperation in my tone is too raw, too exposed, but I can't stop myself. I need him to hear me. To listen.
But all he does is quicken his pace.
I finally catch up to him just as he reaches the small fountain by the entrance to the gym.
I’m breathless, my hands shaking as I reach out, my fingers brushing against his arm in an attempt to stop h
