|| Cora ||
I didn’t know how long I had been lying there, staring at nothing. The ceiling blurred into a hazy mix of regret and exhaustion. My body felt heavy, too drained to move, too numb to care.
Alessia had come twice already, leaving food by the bedside, murmuring soft words I couldn’t respond to. The untouched meals sat cold, their aroma fading into the room’s still air.
Another knock. A sigh.
"Mio Amore, please, eat something," Alessia’s voice was gentle, worried.
I heard her place a tray down, linger for a moment as if debating whether to say more, then leave. The door clicked shut, and silence filled the space once again.
I exhaled shakily, curling deeper into myself. Maybe if I stayed like this long enough, my mind would be quiet. Maybe the ache in my chest would
