I thought Giovanni let me slip from his presence instead he followed me and grabbed my arms.
"What do you want?" I asked him. My voice sounds tired.
I hate this part of me, I hate that my past still holding me tightly. I thought I was able to let go of them but I wasn't.
"I want us to talk, Thalia."
I remove my arms from his grip and he didn't let me go.
"The last time I let your arms go, Thalia. You are gone for how many years," he said with danger in his voice.
"You let my arms go or not, Giovanni I will still go because it's a must, I must save myself from completely drowning in the pain you've caused," I said to him and he stared at me intently.
Those eyes that once looked at me like he wants to devour his prey, he wants to kill his enemy.
"Thalia, I am sorry, I am deeply sorry," he said and look at me gently so I chuckle sarcastically until it became a crying hard.
It's still a morning and yet it feels like the night that ended my life.
Giovanni kneels to hug my body as
