𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐀 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀

Rain

I was still crying. I hadn't seen a taxi in ages. They are all already full. I've been walking for ages. And now it's raining. Luckily the rain is hiding my tears.

My mind keeps circling. Why would Damiano do this to me? Victoria said he missed me. Was nothing without me. Was unhappy without me. Yeah, ok.

The fact I was secretly considering taking him back and giving our relationship another go puzzles me now. I feel sick to my stomach. The media was right then. He's been cheating on me all along with that slut of a woman I saw in his room with him then? Who even was she? Her dark her, her sexy red lipstick. I hate her but I hate him more.

I cry thinking about it. The butterflies in my stomach are making me want to throw up. Why would he do this to me? I just don't know. I love him so much. Did love him so much.

Then my phone rings once more.

Victoria is calling

What does she want? She's dragged me into another country just to find my EX- boyfriend. The only man I've ever felt in love with, sat with another woman. What the fuck is happening? Am I even alive anymore? It doesn't feel like it. It all feels so surreal. I pick up anyway, I might as well hear what she has so say. Nothing can get worse. My hearts already shattered into what feels like a million tiny pieces.

"What?" I ask harshly trying to my emotion

"Marlena. You need to listen to me.. Damiano is.."

I hang up. I don't need to hear about him. We're over. Over forever now. I hope so anyway. No, stop. Yes, I might still have feelings for him but. No. Shut up Marlena.

Victoria's..

"Coming to find you" She says but it's too late, the call has already been ended.

"Fuck, Maria. I've ruined everything. I think you should go" Victoria tells Maria.

"Yeah, I will. Tell Marlena I'm sorry myself" She's says kindly.

Maria walks out the door and Victoria sits down almost mirroring Damiano by putting her head in her hands. The guilt hits her, feeling like it's her fault.

In the street...

It was cold. It was properly dark and it was really late. 11 at night and I'm still wondering around the streets of Rome. I don't even know where I am anymore. I've been walking for ages. My feet hurt and my vision is blurry from crying so many tears. I feel numb. I feel like I've got no tears left to cry.

The atmosphere of where I am isn't nice either. It's much quieter. I'm not on the main streets anymore. I feel really really scared. I'm shaking from a mixture of sadness and heartbreak but also fear. I don't know where I am. There's certainly no taxis in this area. No cars and no people either.

"Fuck" I screamed. My heel snapped. "For fucks sake" I start to cry again.

Why is everything going wrong? I feel like someone's put a curse on me today. I give up. My hair is drenched. My clothes are going transparent from the rain and now I can't walk because my shoe has snapped. I'm already wet I might as well sit down.

I sit down on the floor wrapping my arms around myself to save my warmth. No shelter. I just sit there with mascara running down my cheeks.

"Why me?" I cry while looking at the sky. Worst day of my life.

But then.. A car pulls up. What? I haven't seen a car in hours? Is it a taxi? Is my luck finally changing? The black-tinted window winds down revealing a man in leather.

"Hi" he says calmly. He looks sad.

It was Damiano

hi: sorry that this chapter drags on a bit! But the next one.. something unexpected happens! so watch out