NAUGHTY OLD DAYS
Leona POVI touched her laps as I stared at her.“Yeah, you were pretty naïve but naughty then,” she let out a laugh.“I missed that night, it kinda felt different with you asides what I still feel for Marco,” I whispered as my gaze met hers.Cassie didn’t move. Her eyes flicked to my lips, then back to my eyes.“I think about it sometimes,” she said. “Usually when I’m not supposed to.”She reached up and brushed a curl from my face, her fingers grazing my cheek. My breath hitched. Something small and warm lit in my chest—like a candle finding its wick.There was a pause—soft and charged—and then she leaned in, slow and uncertain, until her lips just brushed mine.It was... curious. Gentle. Like a question.And I kissed her back, answering with the same quiet wonder.When we pulled apart, she gave a shy laugh. “That was... really nice.”I nodded, my pulse humming. “Yeah.”We didn’t say much after that. We justSCARLETT'S MAKING OUT IN THE CLUBMarco POVThe nights had been getting longer since she left. I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t breathe inside the silence of the house. Every room reminded me of her, even the empty hallway, even the chair she never liked to sit in. It was like the whole place mocked me with her absence.I tried drinking. Glass after glass, bottles uncapped and left lying on the counter. I poured whiskey but half the time I didn’t even touch it. I just stood there staring at the liquid, thinking maybe it would swallow me if I looked long enough. Nothing worked. Nothing dulled the sharp edge she had carved inside me.The anger came in waves. Restless pacing, slamming doors, smashing glass, then quiet again, hollow like I was already dead.That was when I heard it. A man in the bar, one of those who always hung around for easy coins, leaned close and whispered. He said Don Valerio had been seen with a new girl. A dancer. Someone young, someone hidden away like treasure. Hi
BECOMING SCARLETTLeona POVI got a worried stare immediately I got back to cassie’s grandma’s apartment. It was cassie. Her voice was soft, laced with worry, the way it always was when she thought I was breaking apart again.“Leo? Where’d you go throughout the night? I waited up and you didn’t come back,” she stood up to hold my hands.I bit my lip hard enough to taste iron. “I just… I needed air. I walked. Cleared my head. You don’t have to worry.”“Cleared your head where? You told me you were only gong for a walk.”“Yes I went for a walk by the river. Just walking, thinking about exams. I’m in my final year, Cass. I can’t fail now.”Then we sat down facing each other on the leather couch, almost accusing, before she sighed. “You don’t have to lie to me. You know that, right?”I swallowed hard. The lie lodged like a stone in my throat but I forced it out. “I’m not lying. Promise.”She wanted to believe me—I could hear it in the quiet
ACCEPTING 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