Dario’s point of view.
“What are you doing here?” I can hear the annoyance in my hoarse voice, but I can't seem to find it in me to care. I mean, come on, I'm trying to get rid of the thoughts and forget the memories he’s responsible for in the first place, but I can't do that because everywhere I look, he's there.
Okay, he's not at fault for what happened, I'm aware of that. He warned me and didn't act on his desires until I asked him to, but it's hard to admit that I'm a stupid i***t, and it's easier to put the blame on someone else.
“What do you mean what I’m doing here? It’s 10 in the morning! At 11:30 we have to be at the airport, at 15:00 we have the meeting. If we’re late, we won’t be able to depart on time, and we’ll be late for the meeting—” My already unstable mental state for
