13

Gianni

I’ve reached a new low: the world’s biggest asshole. I’m a total screw-up, a hopeless case. Why did I let it happen? The question haunted me as soon as I woke up before dawn to find Caterina’s head resting on my chest. Her gentle breathing, the sweet scent of her shampoo, and her hair brushing against my nose created a brief moment of pure happiness.

For a fraction of a second, I was as content as I’ve ever been. Holding the world in my arms felt like everything I needed.

What a fool I’ve been.

By the time I step onto the treadmill in the gym, I’m seething at myself. I need a hard run to clear my mind from this mess I’ve created.

I set a five-minute warm-up, starting slow to loosen my muscles before increasing the pace. Maybe I can outrun this guilt.

What seemed complicated yesterday morning has spiraled into a complete mess, all because of my lack of impulse control. I’ve always had a knack for convincing myself to pursue what I want, even when I know it’s a mistake.

Though I