I felt like a shell of myself. I did not have a core anymore.. I was disappointed in myself for allowing Dante to use me and I was mad that Dante did not feel anything I did for him. Cause if he felt something for me, he would not have sounded so cold and harsh towards me.I just felt weak as I walked down the stairs leading out of Dante’s house. When I got to the last step, I paused and rested my hand on the railing, trying to gain balance and steady myself. I wanted to scream, to yell out at the injustice of it all. I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to witness the murder and I definitely didn't ask to get tangled up with Dante and loose my uncle.At the bottom of the stairs, I got a good look at the kitchen, I saw Gabriella, she sat at the table with her shoulders slumped and her brows creased with worry. She looked so weak, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I remembered how I screamed at her and she still did not make me feel bad about it. Looking at her now, it was like

Today has been a bad day.I could not concentrate on anything and nothing fruitful came out of today. Marco was suspicious, he was probably wondering what my problem was but I could not even tell him anything because I did not want to admit what was wrong to myself and definitely not anyone else. It was not supposed to affect me this much. It was just a mistake and it had ended. The fact that it bothered me alone made me worried. The words she said to me kept replaying in my head over and over again, the words were so fucking brutal that every time I thought about it I always felt a pang in my chest, it was not supposed to be like this. She consumed me, my whole body, everything that was left of myself she took it with her and now there was nothing left cause all I wanted to do was just get another opportunity to sleep in her arms. To have her again,b maybe that would sate the burning hunger that was inside me. Maybe it would quench the need that consumed me. The way I was feel