FIORELLA BIANCHI
After calming myself down, I stand up and start unpacking his bag for dirty clothes so that I can wash them along with my dirty laundry. Tears are still flowing out of my eyes, making my vision a little blurry.
I sort out dark clothes from bright clothes, and as I unpack Gabriele’s clothes, I come across a bright yellow t-shirt, and I realise there is a colour that is not supposed to be there. The t-shirt has red spots that look like blood that still looks fresh. Could it be his blood; should I be worried that the blood could be his blood? What happened? God, do I even want to know about this? I should ask him about this when he comes back; I would hate to lose my boyfriend to death — not again.
I throw the t-shirt aside and wipe my tears with the back of my hands bef
