Chapter 37

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-Matteo-

I open the door wide and step inside my room. Two hours had passed since I left Aria here and went to speak with Antonio. 

That asshole was the son of my father's acquaintance. 

I walk further inside and realize my room looks different. The clothes I had tried on earlier were folded and stacked neatly. The mess from earlier was all gone, it was Aria.

I look towards my bed, expecting to see her there.

Where'd she g-

The desk.

I approach it with slow steps and see her head resting against the table. Her arms are placed underneath her head and her hair pans around her face. I couldn't help but let out a small smile. In a world where being detached was rewarded, she taught me- us, something worth feeling.

Yet a tinge of anger and disappointment rushes through. Why would she sleep on this shitty desk when a whole bed was right in front of her. This quality of selflessness irked me to no end.

I bring my arms forward and lift her lightly from the chair. 

"Mmm...I don't wan-mm.." She groans and mumbles before resting her cheek on my shoulder. Once she was settled and had fallen asleep I begin to walk slowly towards the bed. I gently lower her down and place her lightly on the soft surface. From my closet I pull out the biggest blanket I could find and cover her with it. I gather a couple of pillows and place them around her. I take a tissue box from my desk and bring a bottle of water, placing it on the side table.

That should be enough.

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