-What are you doing here?
-I came to see you, Eva.
-Go away, go away, I don't want to see you.
-Eva, I'm sorry. -He says coming to me.
No, come closer. -I asked in a voice thread.
I try to close the door but he was quite strong and in the attempt, I fell to the floor suffering a big blow on my back. Marco entered the house, his expression was one of anguish .... regret, fear and anger.
-He said you were dead! -he shouted.
I was still on the floor, I was scared, Marco always made me feel things but never fear, and I confess that this time I was not in front of Marco who made me feel good.
-Go away. -I whispered.
-Why did Harry say you were dead? -He asks, coming even closer to me.
-Marco go away, please don't do this to me.
-Were you going to Italy with him, is that it? I have mu
