MASSIMO
I slip into Chiara's room while she is passed out from all the crying she did today. Perhaps it was too early to show her that she can't leave and she really has to stay here whether she likes it or not?
I stand over Chiara's bed, I find myself captivated by her peaceful form. She's lying on her back, her jet black hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo. I'm struck by the stark contrast between her dark locks and the soft, golden light of the room, which illuminates her features and makes her look vulnerable and delicate. Her long lashes rest against her pale skin, casting a subtle shadow on her cheeks. I notice the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath, and her lips are slightly parted, as if she's waiting for something - or someone. Her arms are relaxed a
