The next day turned out to be hell when I woke up. All day I had discomfort between my legs, which prompted Dante to treat me like a child. He prepared my bath, made me breakfast, carried me in his arms everywhere around the house when I needed something. I have to admit that I kind of liked this unlimited attention, but somehow he was responsible for the pain between my legs. Okay... Maybe me too, because last night we didn't just stop at a love match, but we did more. We both fell asleep just as the day was starting to break.
The next day I felt better and went for a walk in the park. We ate ice cream and went on the carousel. Everything seemed to be detached from a syrupy movie in which, necessarily, something bad must happen. And it happened. In front of us stood Hell with a
