“I saw you walking the path towards here. It’s beautiful isn’t it; how the lake looks in the moonlight.”
I don’t have to look back to know its Marcello trudging towards me; his footsteps heavy. I blink a few times although my tears have already dried like a salt trail down my cheek, and sniff, clearing my throat, hoping it wouldn’t sound nasal and broken when I speak. I don’t glance in his direction because the last thing I want anyone to see is my splotchy, red, post-crying face.
Marcello crouches down next to me.
I dust off my hands and fold my arms; hugging myself. The chill in the night air creeps into and under my bones but I’m not sure my body is capable of moving from this exact spot; sitting down in the dirt with my legs dangling off the edge of the embankment, feet immersed int
