50.
Amelia's POV.
I ran off to my room, shutting the door behind me. My knees felt weak and I held them as I slipped down slowly to the floor.
When would I stop being a fool? I mean nothing to Alessandro, can't I just get that straight with?
I felt like I was cursed, cursed to be unloved. I was just so pathetic and my life was full of torments upon torments.
A pitiful soul, that's what I am. It's fine, I won't ask him anymore. Not any more.
Fuck!
I should just accept things the way they were; I'm nothing to Alessandro but his s*x toy and his c*m dump just as those girls had said.
I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair, sighing.
Fuck you, Alessandro. This was just the end; the end of my feelings for you.
Love shouldn't be begged for; it should be something genuine, someth
