After Mia left to join her dad on the ferry boat, which I decided not to go on, because I think that Mia and her dad needs some time. I sit on the comfortable couch in our hotel room, holding my phone, feeling unsure and worried about where Mia and I are headed. I dial my brother, Achille's number and waits anxiously for him to answer. After a few rings, Achille picks up almost shouting into the phone."Ciao, Ben! What's up?""Ciao. I need your advice on something. It's about my relationship with Mia." I sigh not completely sure that I wanted to talk to him about this, but certain that I needed to."Oh, what happened? Did you two have another fight?" He questions sounding concerned."Yeah, unfortunately. It started over a misunderstanding, and she accused me of trying to control her. I love her, Achille, and I would never want her to feel that way. I need to show her that she's in total control without her realizing it.""Alright, Ben. First, have an open conversation with her about ho

My heart race as I run after Mia, desperate to catch up to her. The chaos from the ambush still lingering in the air, adding to the frenzy of the moment. Thoughts flooded through my mind, concern for Mia's safety and the overwhelming need to comfort her. I have to find her and make sure she is okay.As I reach the hotel bar, I scan the room for any sign of Mia. Panic gripping me as my eyes dart from one corner to another, searching for the woman I love and just asked to spend the rest of my life with. Suddenly, my heart skip a beat when I notice a flash of Mia's familiar curly hair disappearing into the women's bathroom and without hesitation, I push through the crowded bar, feeling the eyes of strangers burning into my back. The urgency in my footsteps reflect the depth of my concern. As I approach the bathroom door, my hand hesitate for a moment before I gently push the door open.Inside, the bathroom the buzz sound, with a mix of anxiety and relief. Women exchange whispers in hushe

Her father nod, understanding etched on his face, and he seat himself opposite Mia and Isabelle. The air crackle with a mixture of suspicion and anticipatiom, as they begin a painful yet necessary dialogue that I wish I could be part of, but of course I have to watch from a distance, my heart torn between the desire to protect Mia and my respect for her autonomy. I yearn to join them, to provide the strength she might need, but I also recognize the importance of Mia finding her voice and asserting herself.As the conversation progress, emotions spill forth, wounds are exposed, but also the possibility of healing might begin to emerge. Mia's strength amazes me everytime and why would this time be any different? Her resilience a testament to her growth and self-discovery.Minutes passed that felt like hours and as Mia and Manfredio seem to reach a fragile understanding, they exchanged a meaningful glance. It is a glance that signify an understanding and the yearning of a better future.

The atmosphere buzz with energy, drowning out the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. Tonight, I strive for comfort in the comforting embrace of a drink, hoping to momentarily escape the relentless demands of the world outside when she settle on the barstool beside me, her sexuality as captivating as a magnet. Her deep, sensual eyes sparkle with curiosity, and a mischievous smile dance upon her lips and I cannot help but give her a lingering glance, a subconscious invitation for a conversation yet to be spoken. She flirtatiously and confident, gracefully swirl her glass of white liquid, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. I watch as a playful twinkle emerge in her eyes, an unspoken challenge inviting me into her world. Intrigued, I lean closer, fascinated by the magnetism that spark between us.She turn towards me again, her smile growing wider as our eyes meet once more, she is flirting. There is a subtle twinkle of recognition in her gaze, as if she have already unwrapped the layer

The house is dark as I close the front door behind me. The only light source creating dead shadows against the walls is the brightly shining full moon that peak through the openings and it is evident that I haven't been home for a while, as a thin layer of dust covers the furniture. The silence is broken by the sound of my footsteps echoing through the empty house. Even my footsteps sounds tired and somber as, I enter lonely the living room, carrying a suitcase. I pause for a moment, taking in the sight before me. My eyes wander to the cozy armchair in the corner, where Mia use to love curling up with a book or laid spread out fallen asleep while watching one of her movies."I miss the way you'd get lost in the stories you lived yourself into, Mia." My voice cut through the darkness as I sit the suitcase down and walk toward the armchair. Bending down, I pick up a bookmark that must have slipped beneath the cushion. The realization of the memories embedded in every object begins to ov