"What happened to you and why did you faint, Juliet?" Anthony asks me in a whisper as he pulls back the sweaty hair that has stuck to my forehead.
I feel exhausted... And the feeling that at any moment I'm going to collapse, while the sweat runs down my face like a f*****g waterfall.
Why do I feel like my tongue has stuck to the roof of my mouth?
It's abominable how exhausted I feel, sprawled out on the bed in the suite he and I occupy, where we're supposed to be spending the happiest days of our lives.
But Anthony, he has decided to doubt the feelings I have for him? Did he really think this was a good idea?
I love him. And as long as he was sure of that, I was content with this part of my life.
I felt that I was doing something right. To love, to show someone, that I was capable of
