Just at the moment the warm water hits her body, she starts crying again, but softly now and without screams of any kind, ignoring me even though I’m right in front of her, naked and very close.
I usually can't stand being in the presence of a woman who is crying. It makes me feel uncomfortable and useless and annoyed, but maybe it's because of the situation and because I know exactly what she's feeling, that seeing Alessia crying just makes me feel sad. Instead of wanting to gag her to stop listening to her whimpering, I want to take her in my arms and comfort her until her doubts and pain go away. But I know she won't let me, so I don't even try.
I grab the sampoo from the shelf and I bring my working hand to Alessia's long soaked hair to try to wash it as best I can, ignoring when I f
