The following day
The next morning I realized that I didn’t remember almost anything, the feelings that stayed on me had the characteristics of a dream. I felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon of cotton wool and it seemed like the whole world was spinning in slow motion, my head hurt and my eyes too, because I had forgotten to take off my contact lenses. My stomach grumbled badly because of hunger, but I didn’t have the courage to eat the treats so soon. I was sure that if I dared to put even one in my mouth, I would’ve thrown up my soul as well. Sitting on the wardrobe, Italo was looking at me weirdly. In his eyes there was a mixture of disappointment and contempt, murderous rage and revenge, seasoned with a touch of sadism. I found it hard to support his gaze.
«Now you're happy, aren’t y
