The Fight

At night, I sang a lullaby to Ginevra and she slept off peacefully. I went out, closing the door gently. I descended downstairs. Emiliano was in his room. I decided to take a walk. I went out, walking down the sidewalk. Few people passed me by, chatting or silently walking like me. I ambled for some minutes before deciding to sit down on a street bench. I sat down, and looked side to side, recalling all the awful moments I experienced. The torture of being separated from the one I loved the most. Tears streamed down my cheeks. It honestly hurts. The constant pang that was left in my heart, not knowing if my beloved was okay or not. It was worst than the death of my parents. I held my chest as I cried bitterly. No amount of tears shed can ever take away the pain from my heart.