The place he built for me, every detail made just to make me smile. Now it didn’t feel like mine anymore. Chiara had only been there for two months, but she was everywhere. Her clothes, her scent, her things filling spaces that used to be mine.
My dressing room was a mess, my music room filled with her stuff like I’d never existed. Even the wooden carving I made for him, the one he once held like it meant everything, was lying on the floor, crooked and forgotten. I stared at it for a long time. Did he really cry back then… or was that fake too?
Outside, the sky was completely dark. A whole day and night had passed, and he never came back. Of course he didn’t. He was with her.
I smiled a little, but it felt empty. I wiped the blood from my lips slowly, then took out the papers I prepared and placed them inside the mailbox at the front of the glass house.
The first thing I grabbed was the test report from that cursed bouquet Chiara gave me yesterday.
I opened it slowly, my fingers trembling, and my chest ached like someone had slammed a fist into it.