The week was passing by slowly, every day seemed to stretch longer and longer than the one before. Vanessa buried herself in her studies and tried to focus on school, but her mind was clouded with thoughts about Raffaele and everything she did was to distract her from sitting and waiting for the night to fall and her phone to ring, so she could finally talk to him. Every evening, they’d spend hours chatting, laughing or sometimes just having their camera on and studying together while feeling the presence of the other.
But finally, somehow, they made it through the week. It was Friday morning, and Vanessa couldn’t help but feel all giddy, knowing that Raffaele would come home today. Sitting in class, the teachers seemed to speak a foreign language because she couldn’t understand a word t
