Testing her

Giacomo

I bang my head once more against the bathroom wall using the sponge to try to clean the skin, feeling the disgust rising in my stomach as it mixes with the fury at being snubbed so much by that bastard. Knowing that sleeping is not a good idea, I get out of the shower by turning on the hydromassage faucet without even waiting for it to fill up, feeling the hot water against my skin.

Guilt corrodes everything like poison... I remember every detail and not even the red skin from so much rubbing is capable of erasing nothing is capable of erasing my betrayal, my choice, guilt being the worst companion in the loneliness of the apartment. Anyone who thinks that death and infidelity are unforgivable has never stopped to feel the bitter taste of lies burning in the back of their minds like a scratched CD.

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