It has always been you

The long night pass by. Giovanni is sitting on the balcony, smoking a cigarette in the silence of the night. His mind is distant, thoughtful. The truth is, he's so mad he's had to recur to nicotine… Otherwise, he'd probably have that bastard and that damn Erica Evans heads ripped over his feet.

It never crossed his mind that Eleonor would be so mistreated by her family. He knew that Emily faced difficulties, but he never imagined that Eleonor suffered even worse things… perhaps his vision was corrupted because of the rumors of Eleonor's terrible personality.

He places his hand over her face, letting the cigarette burn between his fingers.

How could those rumors be true? Since the beginning, she's been doing her best, hasn't she? Come to think of it, hadn't he felt truly surprised when he first saw her? The way she was able to stand up for herself… The mix of ferocity and sweetness caught his attention almost immediately. This was not the image he had carried in his mind. And as time