Vanessa was sitting on Raffaele’s bed, watching him pack some stuff that he would take with him to Milan, listening to the rain falling outside his window. The week was over, and he would leave again tomorrow, which left her mood as gloomy as the sky today. It was already November, and it was getting cold and wet, night was falling earlier and the sun was rising later each day. Vanessa wasn’t ready for this, she hated this time of year and was eagerly waiting for spring.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?” he asked her for the hundredth time.
“Yes, I am,” she sighed, “it’s not like I can stay here forever.”
He stopped packing and went over to her, enveloping her into his strong arms.
“Of course you can,” he smiled before kissing the tip of her nose, but she just shook her hea
