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I kept crying and didn't even realise when I slipped deep in sleep.

When I woke up I finally gained my senses. I realised what happened the previous day. I also feel ashamed of my behaviour with Salvatore.

I woke up, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at me. My eyes felt heavy, and I could still sense the echoes of tears that had stained my cheeks. Swollen and tired, my eyes seemed to protest against the harsh reality of the previous night.

The first thought that came to my mind was about Adriano.

Dragging myself out of my bed, I stumbled toward the bathroom.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow. I avoided looking at the mirror, afraid of the reflection it would reveal.

As I stood before the bathroom mirror, I looked at my face. My face, looked pale and worn. My eyes, red and swollen, told the story of a night spent drowning in tears. I reached for a tissue, gently dabbing at the remnants of a stress.

The water in the sink felt cool against my