AARÓN CONNOR.

**ITALY.**

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I won't go running after her like always. She's a fool who thinks that by slipping away from me, I'll forget everything that's happened between us. I let her go to her room, lock herself in and cry if that’s what she needs, while I stay in mine, indulging in her scent. A while later, I get up to take a shower. Even though I scrub my skin raw, she’ll still be imprinted on every part of me.

I leave the bathroom and head to my study, where I sit thinking about everything that’s happened. She hasn’t come out of her room yet, but sooner or later she’ll have to—for food, at the very least.

"Are you aware of your decisions?" she suddenly asks behind me. She’s trying to make me doubt, dragging me back into that fog of guilt I always sink into. But I’m not going back this time.

I nod slightly, as if my head weighs too much to move.

"Yes, Abuela Rossi, I’ve understood… and I can’t keep livin