Letting You Go

Damiano

“Are you getting any sleep?” Arianna asked me, a concerned expression on her face.

“How do you expect me to sleep when she’s going through hell?” I snapped at her, but my tone did not bother her.

I had stepped outside to smoke once Althaia fell asleep. She hadn’t slept properly, and I had secretly given her a sleeping pill just so she could get a little rest. I had never been this stressed or lost in my life before. I had quit smoking because she couldn’t tolerate the smell of it when she was pregnant, but I picked it up again.

It was the only thing that could help me relax a little and prevent me from going out and slaughtering people. I couldn’t be a ticking bomb right now. I had to be patient, even though it was killing me to wait and watch her suffer like this.

“How are you?” Arianna asked again, and I let out a humorless chuckle at her question.

“Does it even matter?” I inhaled the cigarette smoke deeply, but it was not giving me the fill I wanted.

“It does.