LOCATION: CHICAGO
He pulled back not wanting to shut the door. He bite on his lower lip and plunged into the door handle fiercely. He shot the door and finally breathe out.
He never knew he was holding his breathe all this while. He swiveled his head, buried hid face down. Twisting his mouth, he let out a heaved.
And here he is again. As a scary man who's trying to act strong. Like the unreal and fearful man unrelentingly ready to face his fear and set things right. He heard his bag to his chest as he stared at the house he has lived.
He sight. Its time to leave.... it's time to face his family in Italy and set everything right. He let out a grunt. A grunt that his pains could be felt. And then in a slow mo, his tears rolled down his cheek.
He wiped it. He felt no sympathy for himself
