Tragic Unlove Story

Chapter Eleven

At this point I think I am a whore.

For one man.

Michele Santorini.

I only craves his lips, fingers and body.

Every other man are invisible at this point to me.

He is the only one I spot in crowds.

His tall, leaned, dark, muscular figure.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the bathroom moment, he took me into my room and fk me senseless then left me.

He's been doing that quite frequently recently.

Appears in the night, fk me until I am breathless then leave without any other word or affectionate actions like he used to do before.

I shouldn't be this affected because my goal was to be fk by him but not to catch feelings.

I will never love Michele Santorini.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It is a week before I will be leaving.

My mother is her usual unbothered self.

Keon and I chilled from time to time.

Mostly he offers to buy  ice-cream for me then we go for a stroll around the park and talk about life.

I haven't seen Michele since our last fking...

During out last daily fking, he shed tears.

I didn't know what to do when he lay his head on my tummy and cried until he is a shaking mess of nerves.

I played with his hair and hugged him.

It calms him for a while before he became angry and left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rumors has it he is going through some kind of depression or heartbreak.

He's been drinking too often and no one knows when he ate a proper meal.

He has developed deep under eyes bags, grown his beard and his hair that is always neat is out of it's sleekness.