𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐀 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀

Passion

"Leave me alone, Damiano" I cry still crying on the street floor. "Don't you think you've hurt me enough today?" I say, wiping the mascara off my face with the corner of my dripping-wet jacket.

"Marlena please. Let me explain" he looks at me. I see him swallow. What's he got to be nervous about? I look at him. I want to listen but I know this can't happen again. I stare at the ground and say nothing.

"Please, just let me talk" he begs.

"There's nothing for you say Damiano. I saw what I saw. I saw you with that woman. Laughing and smiling" I take a deep breath. I'm still in shock.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you loved me. I thought you wanted to be with me"
I start to cry again.

"Please, Marlena. Get in the car. I don't want you getting wet. Look your going see-through" he says looking down to my shirt, where my bra is now clearly visible.

My feet feel numb in my broken shoes. My arms are trembling and water runs down my back.

"No. Please, you don't understand how I feel. You've been calling me, telling me you love me and none of its true. Why did you tell me those things if you're clearly hooking up with some other whore" I felt bad for calling her a whore. But he deserved it.

"Because it's all true, Marlena. I fucking adore you. Please just get in the car. Please, I'll take you back to mine, not Victoria's and we can talk this through" he says. I hear him unlock the car doors.

I look at him, my eyes squinted. I am considering it. His eyes look sad. It hurts me to see him hurting, even though it shouldn't. He's played with my emotions again.

"Please" he says again.

I say nothing. I stupidly walk to the car and get in next to him. Why? I don't know. I'll hear what he has to say and make him drive me back to the airport. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do.

"Grazie. I promise you, you'll understand. It really wasn't what it looked like"

"Go on then" I say harshly holding my emotion back from spilling out.

"What?" He asks

"Go on. Tell me what happened. We'll see if i will understand your sexual needs Damiano"

He looks down.

"Maria is my vocal coach.."

Shit.

"She had just told me all our concert tickets had gone sold out. That's why I was smiling. I was happy" He says looking at the road ahead.

Double shit. Should I apologize? Fuck, what have i done?

"Damiano..." I say. Looking at him. "I'm sorry. I really am"

"It's ok" is all he says for a moment.

"I should've listened to you"

"No, I understand Marlena. Please don't feel sad. I just want to say I do love you" He takes his eyes off the road for a moment and looks at me.

I love him too but I ended it for a reason. But was it a good reason? Yes? I'm stuck again. Stuck between
logical and emotional, my head and heart.

"Damiano..." I say

He looks at me. His eyes shimmer. He's been crying.

"I love you so much" I blurt out. Oh god.

Then it happens. He pulls over and stops the car. The rain hits the roof making a trickling sound and the engine runs, making steam rise around us.

It's silent for a moment. He leans forward to me. I don't even hesitate. I grab the sides of his face and pull him towards me. Our lips meet. My god. I really have missed him, every single part of him. It doesn't take long before our tongues begin to crash together. He puts his arm across my waist and our kiss becomes the most passionate kiss we've ever had..

I know it's wrong but it feels so right.