Such a foolish man

The sun rose as expected, and she awoke in her usual empty bed… which brought an inevitable hollowness to her chest. Giovanni had already left the room. She was ashamed to admit it, but it was the first time in those three weeks that she had truly slept well. Giovanni's warmth during the night was really comforting… even better than the first time she had fallen asleep in his arms.

She could get used to this feeling. She could snuggle into his chest every night, listening to his breathing become deep when sleep hit him. For a brief moment, she imagined what her life would be like if the paths weren't so twisted and tortuous… if they were different people under normal circumstances.

But they're not in different circumstances. They're still the same people, with the same flaws and faults and pains.

She refused to eat breakfast at the table, fearing she would run into Giovanni again. So, Francesca prepared eggs with bacon and brought them to her room. But honestly, she doesn't feel much