Chapter 37: Killing Tommaso

In the late afternoon, I decided to continue my story. I sat with Ginevra in the gazebo, she had her head resting on my shoulder as we sat beside each other.

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When I woke up, it was late in the night. Everywhere was dark, only the shaft of the moon that penetrated the trees shone on the woods. My head aches. I held my head, everything was blurry, I staggered around where I was. I was still in the wood. I grunted, trying to climb up the slope from where I was. I was weak. I fought with the rocks, hills, and leaves. I was finally up. I ran through the woods, going back to the hut. I was sure how to get there, but I continued running, following my legs to where it led me. I fell and stood up again. I got my foot stuck to a rope-like small plant. I fell again. I disentangled my food, grunting as I stood up, continuing my run. Then I was faced with the hut. I stopped running and shuffled down to it instead. I reached the hut and saw Rocco still lying on the ground, dead and cold. I drop