Irina
I was sitting in the middle of my room, on the soft carpet in front of the lounge placed at the foot of the bed, the pink carpet I lay on looking at the ceiling not long ago, had now collected my salty tears, until they were completely consumed.
My eyes ached so much that I couldn't close my eyelids anymore. My head was beating and my heart was shattered, like any crystalline object that was present in this chamber and that was now shattered, a victim of my crisis, when I had begun to smash everything in the room, thinking that it could relieve the pain that was tearing my soul. But nothing was able to do it.
I looked at the threads of the carpet, feeling empty inside, feeling a hole in my chest that could not be filled by anything but him. He.
My eyes filled with tears again, ju
