Adrian curled into a ball on the floor.
Are they going to kill me? He asked himself.
The bright lights suddenly felt harsh and cruel, burning into his eyes. A single tear slid down his face, followed by a quiet sob.
He wasn't scared for his life anymore… he was mourning a love that he now believed had never truly existed.
Adrian sat on the floor, the weight of betrayal heavier than the fear of death. He wasn't just a prisoner in that room, he was trapped in his own mistake.
He had let himself believe that a man like Matteo could love someone like him, an ordinary man with nothing to offer.
If he won't come… who will? Adrian wondered.
His father probably hadn't even noticed he was missing yet. Maybe Maya would realize something was wrong… or even Iris.
Someone, please, he whispered into the silence, his voice trembling. I don't want to die.
I still want to live.
I want to stand in front of him and ask him why.
Why did you lie to me?
Why did you tell me you loved me?
