Chapter 8: Missing Pieces

Days pass by so quickly and Taddeio can not be seen somewhere near me. He’s not completely on my radar. I’m kind of feeling something that I can’t name. I’m afraid that trouble came in his way and he couldn’t formulate a plan on how to successfully escape it. And the last thing I remembered was when he left my room later that night after confessing to me. I can still imagine his face three days ago.

I was shocked by a loud knock at my door. I dozed off the moment I laid down on my bed. That's why I was taken aback by the noise. It came to a halt for a moment, then resumed its journey.

“Wait!” I said and then sat up without leaving my bed, as my body was beaten because of the rain.

I tried to grab the knob and I successfully did it. I opened the door, and there it was—a man in all black, facing his back to me. He has good posture, and I can smell his sandalwood perfume; it is a nice and manly scent. I wanted to hug him all day and just smell him until the scent came off. He turned on