•Andrea•
Seven pm. It's been almost ten hours since we've been here and Riccardo hasn't bothered to move an inch from the floor he was sitting on close to his car. He had his head buried in his palms and his body has been racking with...sobs for the past several hours.
I sighed. Now, I feel so guilty. When I said I wanted to cause him pain, I didn't mean to cause him this much pain. I only wanted him to suffer the way I did but not this much. Not like this. Not totally shattered like this.
Does this mean....does this mean he truly did love me? He loves Rosalie? Because that's probably the only reason why he's completely broken like this. If Riccardo did love me that why did he hurt me the way he did?
I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and sa
