CAILY GALILEO
I brushed away the tears from my cheeks and cuddled the pillow I was holding onto even more tightly. I didn’t even know exactly why I was crying. Was it because of everything that had happened? Or was it because of the way it had ended?
I had seen Pietro happy, I had seen him angry, I had seen him mad but I had never seen him look hurt except on that night, he killed my father and I ran away from him. But tonight he had looked at me the same way when I told him I had never loved him and I could never love him. I had seen that hurt in his eyes and I had seen how he had concealed that hurt with a chuckle.
But then I had told him the truth and that was the right thing to do. It was better to let him know that even if we have s*x, it would not mean that I belonged to him or t
