His Love, My Home. [COMPLETED]

I am Sorry I am Bad

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"You will have this cast on for the next 2 months. You should eat more food, including high calcium and mineral food. Do not try to move it a lot or take it off by yourself. You will have it changed every 2 days, and we will check on it after 1 month. Please follow up with what is written in the medical prescription, along with paying attention to your vitamin intake." the nurse said as she left the room empty for both of us.

He looked upset, no, but miserable, as if he lost a million dollars in a poker game. His hair was so messed up, his red face, even his clothes that he wore again, were totally messy. He looked really pretty, not looking at me, fighting me, or trying to prove I am wrong. Of course, he broke my left hand! Thankfully it was not my right one. As much as I was pissed and in pain, I felt sorry for him. I knew that he was going through a lot, and in fact, I am also a reason for this, I drove him out of his limits.

"Do you think this thing is going to pain?" I asked as if I didn't know that it wouldn't.

He immediately looked up at me, quickly holding my hand. "No, no, it wouldn't hurt at all. It might become a bit itchy, but you wouldn't feel any pain," he smiled.

I looked at him, taking a very deep breath, giving him a glance of hope.

"I like it when we don't argue Marcello," I held his hand, and for the first time, I felt that I was ready to admit to myself that I actually liked him. It was more than a person that I moved in with, well, even if he was a friend, I wouldn't live with him. I think that this was the answer to his question, I like him, I am hopeful about him, and that's why I was here with him. "I think-uh- I believe that Marcello, I need to go back home," I didn't know why I said that. He looked at me with his guilty eyes, yes, I destructed his expectation towards what I was going to say. "If this is what makes you feel better Ivana," he turned away from me, and again, my name on his lips were just full of life yet pressed by sadness.

He was completely silent the whole time while driving back to his house. Right after we reached he opened my suitcase and slowly went through my clothes. "You want all of them right?" he turned back to me while I was looking at my empty bag. "Yes," I whispered. He started folding my clothes into the bag without even looking at me. "Why aren't you looking at me?" I yelled out of nowhere. "I am doing your suitcase," he stopped for a second as he arrowed on my bag. "That's why I need full focus," he turned away from me again. I felt dizzy and lost, angry and frustrated, sad and guilty, all of them at once, but that only showed on my face were the tears that I couldn't control. I didn't do anything, I had nothing in hand to deal with, but I don't know why I found myself walking to him all of a sudden.

Marcello

She hugged me. I was busy with folding her clothes in her bag, I found her wrapping her arms around me and hugging me. She was crying, I could feel how hard she was trying to hold herself from breaking through. It took me a while to hug her back, as I was angry and disappointed. With one word, she gave me hope, she gave me a feeling that I never had; safety. Followed by the other, full of fear and darkness, she pushed me away. It scared me how she had those mood swings in few seconds, in fact, it was really weird to me. I didn't know why it was her, why did I ask her to move in with me, as I never did anything without calculating all of its outcomes and evaluating them. As soon as I hugged her back, it felt intense. It wasn't one of those hugs that I gave to my friends or dear people, no, it was intimate. I felt her body, her heartbeat, I could hear how rapidly she was breathing as I hugged her even tighter. I guess that is why I asked her to move in with me, I had my feelings built up for her, even with all of her craziness and mess, she is a miracle of love.