《I've been through worse days.》 I said, looking at him with a sparkle in my eyes.
《Do you mean that you are over it?》 His lips asked, trembling like our first kiss. Hope built in his throat, cracking his low voice.
《No, I'm not.》 He stared back at me and he fell apart, like the oldest palace ever made. Then I continued.
《But I'm sure I'm not going to, ever.》
Then I smiled, curling in the bed, hugging him. I could feel his heartbeat slowing down.
He was finally happy.
And so was I.- Extract from a book I'll never write #2
STAI LEGGENDO
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