Martina
I see him sit down and cover his face with both hands. I feel an emptiness in my stomach. His response makes me aware of his state, and I don't know what he's feeling.
I can't imagine what it's like to be in his place, to have the person he thought was dead appear from one day to the next.
"What will happen from now on?" I ask calmly, although my heart is pounding. I step closer to him.
I see him ruffle his hair in desperation.
"I don't know," he replies, lifting his face to look at me. With that answer, I know he is completely lost; his thoughts must be a tangle.
All I know is that for me, his doubts mean he doesn't know what he feels for me. Deep down, I wished he wouldn't doubt that. It was a foolish hope, and it's hard to accept.
I gather all the strength I have not t
