Dante's POV.

Today has been a bad day.

I could not concentrate on anything and nothing fruitful came out of today. Marco was suspicious, he was probably wondering what my problem was but I could not even tell him anything because I did not want to admit what was wrong to myself and definitely not anyone else.

It was not supposed to affect me this much. It was just a mistake and it had ended.

The fact that it bothered me alone made me worried. The words she said to me kept replaying in my head over and over again, the words were so fucking brutal that every time I thought about it I always felt a pang in my chest, it was not supposed to be like this.

She consumed me, my whole body, everything that was left of myself she took it with her and now there was nothing left cause all I wanted to do was just get another opportunity to sleep in her arms.

To have her again,b maybe that would sate the burning hunger that was inside me. Maybe it would quench the need that consumed me.

The way I was feel