Sandro’s POV
My eyes trained along the edges and curves and surfaces of her. My Apple was sleeping peaceful and I was a creep. She was the very image of the universe temptress and beauty. She’s the moon hiding behind the clouds but I found mesmerizing and I longed to have a glimpse of her.
She fell asleep again after crying and being terrified of the memories I knew she never wanted to revisit.
Carlo Dela Vega.
The name seemed familiar but my mind refused to send me the complete details why did it seem so.
My mind went back again to the woman in front of me, she softly breathed but there was a crease in her forehead, like she was having a bad dream. My hand reached for it and gently massaged it using my fingertips. I sighed as I downed another drink, put it on the floor, and sat in
