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• Chapter fifty-three: Please don't leave me

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚

I'm OK, I tell myself as I walk through the door of my house, trying to keep a calm composure and not start crying. I haven't cried so far and I'm determined not to. I suck in a deep breath.

It's an overreaction, sure, I know that, but who can blame me? I just had a fight with the person I love more than anything, and no matter how petty it was, I don't know if this means we're not on good terms at the moment, or Alex will call me tonight and we'll make up, or we were just mad in the moment and it will go back to normal as soon as we see each other. I've never fought with a lover; I don't know what to expect. This is different from a best friend.

What I do know is that Alex is not going to break up with me. He would never give up that easily, and nor would I. Worst case scenario and he does try to break things off, I will not go without fighting for us. I can't be without him.

But I'm proud I haven't broken down yet. I told myself, on Monday when I thought that Alex was pissed off at me, that I probably would if we ever had a fight. Little did I know that one was around the corner, but I have not reacted in the way that I thought I would. And that's good.

After slipping my shoes off and putting them on the shoe rack beside the door, I go into the living room. Sofia is sat on the sofa with a blanket over her, dipping a cookie into a tub of what I can assume is mint chocolate chip ice cream—her cravings at the moment. The T.V. plays an episode of Friends, the light of it shining directly onto her face. The sound of Joey's famous 'How you doin'?' echoes through, punctuated by the laugh of the studio audience mixed with Sofia's.

Sofia looks up at me as I enter the room and immediately frowns, "Boyfriend trouble?"

I let out a small laugh, which is pretty much all I can muster at the moment, "How did you guess?"

"Psychic powers," she responds, tapping her temple with the end of her spoon. She opens the blanket, inviting me in, so I snuggle in next to her. "Plus, you're home when you were supposed to spend the night at his, and you look like you're about to cry. Are you alright, Fratellino?"

Finally, I do begin to cry, my slightly cracked heart, though not permanently, opening a flood gate of tears that slide down my face, my hands working to wipe them away vigorously so I don't feel weak, because this all sucks so much. I've had to deal with Camilla drama, and now Alex probably hates me. Even though I wasn't flirting, that's how it looked to him, and I purposely didn't listen to him. I was so rude. Regardless of his anger, he didn't raise his voice once, and I did, and it's my fault it turned into an argument. I could have apologised for how it looked as soon as he told me, it's not hard to do so, but I was too stubborn.