I can't. I simply can't stay here; I can't be in the same place as him. I feel like I'm suffocating, like I'm shattering into a thousand pieces inside. I leave the kitchen and head to the room, ready to finally leave. At this moment, my emotions and feelings are completely altered, damaged, and out of control. Never in my life did I think that the man who showed me heaven and the stars would be the same one who introduced me to misery, disillusionment, and despair.
I'm about to reach the door to finally leave, but the grip on my arm stops me abruptly, preventing me from leaving.
—Our conversation is not over, Serafina.
—For me, it is —I retort, trying to free myself from his grip, but I can't. He holds me so tightly that it hurts a little—. There is no conversation between you and me an
