Chapter 037

Mirabella's Pov

I lie on my back unmoving as tears blur my vision. I sniffle, gulping down the loud sob threatening to break out of me because I'm tired of crying. I'm so tired of being pitied.

I'm tired of everything in general.

It has been a month, a month since I returned from the hospital, a month since I last heard from Ares and the worry I feel is killing me.

I'm torn between two worlds. A world where I'm giving my best to come out of the dark place I was pushed into; I want to forget. This past month has been me trying to forget what happened to me, but with each passing minute of everyday, a small part of my memory of the event of that night is unlocked and it kills me each time.

It's driving me insane.

And then there's a part of me which strongly believes that Ares has been caught up in a dreadful situation.

I'll never forgive myself if anything happens to him because of me.

The list of my troubles never ends.

One more thing on that list would be Matteo. God, that man drives