LUCIANA
I rest my cheeks on my palms, waiting for Dario to explain. He stares at me blankly. Maybe I'm not good at reading people, but his face shows like he's debating on whether he should tell me or not.
I raise my brows to let him know that I'm not letting it go.
“Luciana, sometimes the outside world is a trap.” He begins.
“And what's this inside word that doesn't trap you. Where was it?” I pry.
“Somewhere. It wasn't perfect but at least that was the place I ever felt something real.”
Oh, Lord, no.
Is it a love story? Did someone break his heart? Did that heartbreak make him snap from the person he was. My brain is running at a million questions per second. But I still don't get it enough.
I want to ask him so many questions but I only manage to ask… “Your first love?”
He shak
