Alessandro’s point of view.
While crying my stupidity away, I get a text. The smart part of me keeps yelling not to open it, but as usual, I'm hell-bent on making it as bad as possible.
'It’s not your fault, Aless. Stop blaming yourself. All you did was make me smile. You didn’t make me sad; you made me laugh. And I don’t want you to quit, I just… I need a little time. Thank you, and goodnight.'
I read the message, and as predicted, more tears come rolling down my face. He's so perfect... he wants to take the blame on himself, but even if he really believes that, it doesn't make it true. I wish I could believe him. I really do… but I can’t. I shouldn’t have kissed him in the first place. Not to mention what came after the kiss.
No matter which way you look at it, it’s all on me.
I don
