Ravenna
I watch the maelstrom in Alessandro’s eyes. I’ve been too focused on his cruel words and his behavior, believing that he doesn’t give a f**k about me. I should have paid more attention to his eyes. It’s easy to lie with words and actions, but eyes always reveal the truth. And there is no hate in his now. It hasn’t been there for quite some time. A different emotion lurks amid the anger and frustration. It’s despair. I don’t know what’s going on in that thick head of his or the reasons for his lies.
“Are they for my sake, or yours?” I ask.
“What?” His thumb glides to the corner of my mouth, tracing over the shape of my lips.
“The lies, Alessandro. Are they for me or for you?”
His hand stills and his body stiffens at my words.
“They’re for me,” he says. His voice comes out
