Mia.
Yesterday I didn't leave my room after I left my dad and his guests in the living room. I'm thankful they didn't bother me because I needed that rest.
Today, I feel so much more tired than I was yesterday. The headache and the frequent heart skips didn't go away. And now, I'm staring at Alessio absent-mindedly, following his lip movement but grasping nothing for the thirty minutes we have been here.
Why am I even here in the first place?
Today, I left so early before he could wake up. I hate seeing him hurt, and I thought it would be better if I didn't look at him.
But now I'm regretting I made that decision. I miss him, and he hasn't called or sent me a message like he does every time I leave the house.
Alessio said he had something he wanted us to talk about. He is looking for
