Dante POV
The room is dark when they finally make their way to the house, my temper has finally calmed down after getting drunk, and I only sit in sorrow on the floor at the corner of the room.
I didn't want her to see me like this, kicked down like a dog on the street, and at the same time I wanted her to see me this way, the way she left me, broken and tormented by her irrational moves.
I wanted a bit of pity, even if it wasn't love, I could settle for pity.
I wanted to laugh at myself, at my thoughts, at me, a full-grown man planning to himself because he was in love and needed a bit of attention.
The door being pushed open distracts me from my thoughts.
She peeps inside, her eyes wide and filled with fear, she closes the door and turns around not spotting me and she sighs in reli
