FiorellaRocco.He slouched against his car, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes afire with an intensity that stopped my breath in its tracks. He didn't say anything, didn't run to me, didn't ask if I was okay, because he already knew I wasn't.I wasn't.The instant I saw him, something within me was twisted. The sorrow that had engulfed me since last night hadn't relaxed its hold, but now, in his eyes, it was heavier. Realer. As if going outside had made me realize the world still turned, even though mine had broken.I knew I looked terrible. My face was tight with dried tears, my body heavy with exhaustion. I hadn't slept—not really . The cabin had gotten small after a while, but going out into the fresh air did not bring relief I expected.Rocco did not look away.His eyes roamed over me, savoring every wrinkle, every unspoken idea. The tight jaw, the quivering fingers on his forearm—I knew him enough to recognize restraint when I saw it. He wanted to say something to me. May
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