Ava relates:Ava relates:I was going to lose my mind, yes, that was surely what would happen. I was at my parents' house, and the only person I could talk to at times was Cristina, the housekeeper. Although I enjoyed the brief moments of her company, most of the time, I was alone.My mother was always in her world, planning parties and events, and my father was at the company. I could barely see him on occasion. And I missed Alex—every day, every minute—as if it were an addiction, suffering from withdrawal.I always thought of Alex, and every night, I cried in silence, longing for his embrace, his breath on my neck before sleep, and his words of love. There were even days when, out of nowhere, anxiety attacks would hit, pushing me to go back, and I could barely contain them.I had already endured a month without Alex. And even though I asked my grandfather not to look for me, every day I would look out the window of my room, hoping to see him arrive, shouting to me and taking me back
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