The night is too heavy. It weighs on my shoulders, on my chest, on my thoughts.
The silence, though, is even worse. It buzzes in my ears, vibrating, oppressive, filled with all the words Alessandro hasn't said to me.
I remain still, frozen by the window. The warm night air seeps through the crack, carrying the scent of summer—hot gravel, cypress trees, and the distant sea. That scent which, just yesterday, used to comfort me.
Today, it suffocates me.
The images from earlier still haunt me:
Alessandro. With her. With Giulia.
Photos. Articles. The looks he once reserved for me.
And his silence. Unbearable.
I run a trembling hand over my face. My fingers brush my lips, as if I could wipe away the bitterness burning there.
A faint sound drifts from the next room.
Leo.
A barely audible babble. A peaceful breath.
I close my eyes.
Leo…