Valerio’s Offer (2)
Leona’s POVI don’t even know if I slept. Maybe I did, maybe I just lay there all night staring at the ceiling until the gray light came creeping through the curtains. My eyes feel swollen, my head stuffed with cotton, like I’ve been crying in my sleep even if I don’t remember it. Cassie’s already gone from the room when I finally roll over to reach for my phone.It’s buzzing on the nightstand. For a second I thought it’s Marco—my stupid heart jumps before my mind can stop it. I grab it, fingers shaking.But it’s not him.The screen burns my eyes. A new message. Just one line, cold and sharp like a knife pressed under the ribs.“I hear you’re hurting. Come talk. – Valerio”My breath stalls in my throat. My hand almost drops the phone. For a moment I Couldn’t move, can’t blink, can’t even swallow. It’s like the words reached out through the glass and touched me, gripped me by the throat.Don Valerio.I don’t know howACCEPTING VALERIO'S OFFER Leona POVI don’t even know what finally broke me. Maybe it was the way my pillow stayed wet every morning from tears I swore I hadn’t cried. Or maybe it was just the text still burned in my mind like a hot brand— “I hear you’re hurting. Come talk. – Valerio.”I told myself a hundred times I wouldn’t answer it. That I wasn’t that weak. That I could keep my distance. But the thing about silence is it eats at you, it carves you hollow until even poison feels like water.So I did what I swore I wouldn’t. I decided to go funny enough he already sent me the address . I told Cassie I was going for a walk, and she didn’t press me, just gave me that sideways look like she knew I was lying but also knew better than to cage me with questions. “Don’t stay out too long,” she said, like I was some kid sneaking out past curfew.The truth was, I wasn’t sure if I’d come back at all.The drive into the city blurred past the windows, gray and ugly, the sky pressing heavy on
VALERIO'S GREED Marco POVI placed my body on one edge of her bed, my legs was dangling on midair, as I clenched my fists pressing it so hard against my knee that I felt the bones grinding. The sheets were still filled with her faint perfume, but it was already fading and I hated it.I lost count on how long I rested my body on the bed. Not I knew how long in the first place. My phone made a buzz sound on the tablestand. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want more messages that weren’t her, but I did anyway.A name I didn’t expect.Valerio.Just three words. “She’s safe with me.”My stomach dropped and burned all at once. My heart slammed so loud I thought it might crack my ribs. Safe? He thought he had the right to say that? He had been circling her, I knew it, like a vulture waiting for a body to go cold, and now he was telling me she was with him? No. No, he wasn’t going to touch her, not even with his shadow.I soon began to imagine things flowing around my head, blurring my vision,
Valerio’s Offer (2)Leona’s POVI don’t even know if I slept. Maybe I did, maybe I just lay there all night staring at the ceiling until the gray light came creeping through the curtains. My eyes feel swollen, my head stuffed with cotton, like I’ve been crying in my sleep even if I don’t remember it. Cassie’s already gone from the room when I finally roll over to reach for my phone.It’s buzzing on the nightstand. For a second I thought it’s Marco—my stupid heart jumps before my mind can stop it. I grab it, fingers shaking.But it’s not him.The screen burns my eyes. A new message. Just one line, cold and sharp like a knife pressed under the ribs.“I hear you’re hurting. Come talk. – Valerio”My breath stalls in my throat. My hand almost drops the phone. For a moment I Couldn’t move, can’t blink, can’t even swallow. It’s like the words reached out through the glass and touched me, gripped me by the throat.Don Valerio.I don’t know how
Leona’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped since I left that house. It was the definition of an endless outpouring; I was slowly freezing out here wanting to wash away what was left.My hair was still damp, my shoes soaked through, and I just sat there on the curb outside the gates with my bag clutched to me like a shield. Every car that passed made me flinch, headlights too bright, sounds too sharp.Then a car soon pulled up in front of me, headlights was cutting through the et night. I looked inside it was cassie, she took a cab. I didn’t even wave. I didn’t move at all until she jumped out, umbrella crooked in her hand, and said my name like she’d been saying it over and over before I could hear it.“Leona… hey, babe, get in, okay? You’re freezing out here.”I couldn’t answer. My lips felt stuck together. I just let her take the bag from my shoulder and push me gently toward the car. I slid into the seat, leather cold and wet under me, and buckled in with hands that wouldn’t stop tremblin
AFFECTING MY SANITYMarco’s POVThe house just felt wrong without her. Like something vital was being been ripped out and the walls were holding their breath, waiting for me to put it back. But I could do anything. I was just standing by the window like a fool, in the middle of the room, waiting for a miracle that’s never happening.I was just left with just me and silence. Every damn room feels haunted. I walk into the bedroom, then out again. I drift into hers, where the sheets were still crumpled on one side. Smells faintly like her perfume, sweet and sharp, and my chest caves in like I can’t breathe right. I touch the pillow she used, stupid habit, like maybe the warmth will still be there if I press hard enough. But it’s gone. Cold.I pace out. My steps drag across the hallway, through the living room where she always curled her legs across mine on the couch. I almost sit, but my legs won’t bend, won’t let me. Instead I keep moving. I feel like a restl
LEAVING FOR MY SANITY Leona’s POVI didn’t even feel my feet moving after I ran from the library. I just knew I had to get away from Marco, from his words, from that paper that fell between us like a curse. My chest hurt, like someone had split it open. By the time I reached my room and slammed the door, I was already shaking.I slid down the wood until I hit the floor. My head pressed against my knees, and I just stared across the room at nothing, at the stupid wallpaper that peeled at the corners. Everything was too quiet. No footsteps after me. No voice calling my name. He just… let me go.I should have felt relief, but all I felt was this numb weight pressing down. I kept thinking about his face, how broken he looked when he said those words. I’d burn every truth to touch you again. It made me sick because part of me wanted to run back, part of me still wanted him.My hands wouldn’t stay still. They shook as I dug for my phone. I don’t e