Cassandra’s POV-
It’s been weeks now. The house feels colder now, like it knows he’s gone too.
I still make two cups of coffee every morning, his always goes cold.
His scent is fading from the sheets, and I hate how I’m forgetting the exact sound of his footsteps.
The silence is so loud it rings in my ears. I check my phone too often, even though I know it won’t ring.
No word. No sign. No him.
People kept whispering of how doomed Adriano was, rumours have spread, alerting everyone that ever cared about him to move on now. That we wouldn’t see him anymore and I couldn’t breathe well ever since those words spread.
But how do you breathe when the one person who steadied your lungs is missing?
Sometimes, I press my hand where his used to rest on my waist in bed…
And cry, like maybe t
