CAILY GALILEO
Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.
A crazy monster.
Those were the words that ran through my head as I stared at Pietro, trying to find my anger and my hatred for him.
'Trying' because I wasn't feeling enough anger and enough hatred for him at the moment.
He killed my father and that should be enough for me to be disgusted by his mere sight but how could I be... How could I be disgusted when he looked like this?
Pietro had grown a lot taller and I had to totally raise my head up to look at his face. His body was muscular and well built. The black shirt he was wearing could not hide that and then his face... Those brown eyes. I could recall how beautiful they used to be but somehow, they had grown even more beautiful, sharper and piercing underneath the shadow of his dark, long l
