I want to kill him, I promise.First, for being an asshole and then for making me feel this horrible way and with this horrible jealousy in the form of revenge.My face is anything but happy right now, and I bet I must not look at all pleasant when the blissful makeup artist lowers her gaze in shame when I connect with her.The sassy stylist whose name I'm not even privy to calls her to ask her to put some compact powder on the idiot's face to keep it from looking shiny in the photo.She stands in front of him, and as she picks up the brush to apply it to his face, it falls out of her hands because of nerves that he provokes her. Is it serious?"I'm sorry," she formulates in an innocent child's voice."Don't worry about it," he replies in a surprisingly calm tone, causing her face to turn a thousand colors.After what seems like an eternity, they finally place the jewelry on him and position him on the backdrop where he will have to pose for the perfect pictures. They turn on the musi
After almost an hour sitting on the couch in the living room, I hear the door of my apartment being opened and instantly I realize that it is Eva, because in a matter of seconds she appears down the hallway walking towards me."Doll, I'm sorry for getting here so late, traffic was a bitch," she says approaching where I am. "How are you feeling?"She gives me a touching hug that makes my eyes water and I can't answer."Claudia, what happened to you?" She asks as she notices me with a worried look on his face."Nothing, it's just that... Alessandro and I broke up and I quit my job too, I feel so bad...""Stop," she looks at me puzzled. "I need you to slow down, because I don't understand how come you stop talking to me for almost two days, and now you tell me you quit your job, I mean... Why? How did he react?""It's just that something horrible happened yesterday," I say, reminiscing about how badly I was treated. "I don't even want to remember it.""If you don't want to talk about it,
"Claudia, Claudia, answer," I hear her voice far away from me. "Claudia? Sis, are you still there?""No," is the only thing that comes out of my mouth. "Tell me it's not true.""Clau, don't tell me that..." she formulates in a trembling voice. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I thought you knew.""No, this can't be true," I say wrapped in tears. "Please tell me it's a lie.""Claudia… she just confirmed it.""Who, who is she?" I ask with my voice breaking."Anna" is the damn name that comes out of her mouth. "Anna Rosetti.""I have to hang up," I say with pain flooding my entire being, I need to know what's going on."Clau," she tries to say, but it's too late because I've already hung up, to desperately get into my social networks.I need to check that this is a lie, I need to know that this never happened. My heart beats fast and it's as if I'm not prepared for the impact, as I log on to one of the showbiz pages.The tears won't stop flowing and as if it were possible as I read one of the main hea
People say that when a woman is truly in love, she is capable of enduring many things.She is able to forgive your mistakes, to give you new opportunities, to stick around to see if you manage to make a change and to love you unconditionally. But sooner or later after all those accumulated fights, after feeling unjustified guilt, after all those tears, you reach a point where you just can't take it anymore, and you know there is no turning back.You understand that there are situations that you should never have allowed to happen, that no matter how much love you feel towards that person, if he hurts you, you must get away from him.What happened yesterday was my point of no return. I never thought that no matter how upset he was with me, I would allow myself to be degraded like that. I never thought he wouldn't care and turned a blind eye when other people were humiliating me.I would never do that no matter how angry I am, and the proof is in the fact that I defended him to my mom w
"Alessandro, no," I say, putting my arms between us to try to push him away, however, I fail in my attempt because he holds me tightly, with no intention of letting go. "Stop it," I beg, trying to push him away once more. "Stop it, I don't want you to touch me."I raise the tone of my voice, managing to separate him from me once and for all."Claudia...""No, don't," I warned him.At that very moment when we are so close, I get to observe her gaze in detail and notice that characteristic color in her eyes that can only mean one thing."Tell me you didn't do it again," I say haltingly, but he doesn't respond. "Tell me you didn't, Ale!"An ache stabs in my chest."I did," he admits, lowering his gaze."You promised me," I say, backing up several steps to walk away.He broke my heart again in the worst way, hurting himself, and at this point if I didn't have to make him sign my resignation I would be gone by now, I can't take it anymore."Love, I promise you...""Don't promise me shit, b
I have tried with all my strength and will to wake up with a positive attitude everyday, but when I seem to be making a little progress, his calls come flooding back, and the memory returns.It is that feeling of helplessness at not being able to turn the page in this tortuous book I call life that overwhelms me.It seems an unfeasible task to forget him, and then I wonder how I can ever leave behind the memory of the man who is still fully alive in my mind. The man who marked me, to whom I gave my body, love and soul. And who embedded himself in my heart forever.Because it is that nothing is forgotten, Ale for me is still more present than ever, and that hurts me. The damage he did to me is irreparable, and the suffering I went through is unforgivable. Nevertheless, my sick thoughts tell me that I need him and also to pick up the damn phone that is ringing right now, because I long to hear him.I long to hear his voice, and to be together with the man I thought I could be happy with
"What do you mean?" I say in a breathy whisper."What you heard," she replies. "I don't know how he found out where I worked, but he came looking for me in my office today."I feel a shiver run through me."Apparently, he already found out that you left Italy," she lets me know and at that moment it feels like my soul is going to leave my body and I can breathe less and less.I recognize that feeling, I'm feeling it again. An anxiety attack is invading my body and I can't stop it."Clau, are you there?" she says, but I can't speak.Time seems to have stopped, and I am standing in the middle of the sidewalk without reacting. The stormy moments hit me abruptly and I find it harder and harder to breathe."Young lady," I hear a voice say far away from me, "Young lady, are you all right?"I hear this time closer, and at that my eyes manage with difficulty to focus on a lady standing in front of me."Can you hear me?" she asks, but I don't answer her.I feel overwhelmed and all I want to do
I can't move from where I am, and I am in a state of shock where I know that if I take even one step, I will collapse.I close my eyes, wishing this is a bad dream and it's not happening. He can't be here, he's not out there."It's not real, it's not true," I think, but all these wishes go up in smoke when I hear the doorbell ringing, along with loud knocks on the front door."Claudia, come out and talk to me, please!," I hear his strong voice say.I repeatedly deny, unable to assimilate what is happening, and without further ado I start running up the stairs, heading for my mom's room.When I get to her door I don't just knock, and open it, leaving me to see her sitting on the bed with dozens of papers scattered around that seem to be letters, which she picks up and immediately puts away in a small box she has nearby."Darling, did something happen?" she questions with a strange tone getting up from where she was quickly.But I can't take my eyes off the box back there, I've never se