I snort for the third time, try to get up but fail, so Silvain takes my arm and helps me. I stay closer to him who continues crouching."You wish..." I smile, he cleans my eyes with his fingers, I remain still as he touches my face. If you didn't have such a dark soul... and if you weren't such an unbearable man... who knows?“You, you know, Ary.”"Maybe you're right," I smile, touching his stubble, tickling my fingertips. "Oh no Aryanna, don't you dare say it." I got so lost that I came to feel love for you, I must be completely crazy to continue with that feeling here, you have nailed it right here, Silvain...I guide his hand to my heart, it is in an abnormal arrhythmia. When I look into his eyes I see only a terrible emptiness, and no compensation comes for the blow that sinks into my stomach. I may be half drunk, this does not anesthetize my soul before the real thrust.“But I can't give you something that deep down destroys me, feeling ties you to collapse, sooner or later life

Real BurstIt's incredible how many things happen in eight weeks, time flies by, in a way that unbalances you. Days after the gala, photos of me and Silvain appeared in magazines, fortunately no speculation arose, it was clear that I was only a companion, his assistant. So I left the fact in the past. Yesterday I was at Mila's graduation celebration, having a great time, happy because she is, today the world is dark. Everything happens quickly, in just a moment we will see each other on a distant date. It's a matter of two seconds and it becomes the past. The absurd way in which the outcome occurs and consequently gives you a result is an explosive bomb. The more I see it, the less I believe it, I am a victim of the explosion and lying on the bathroom floor with a pregnancy test in my hand, I find the debris of a poorly cushioned impact.I feel the cold plaster of the wall, part of a space that I have never felt shrink so much, imprisons me and suffocation surrounds my throat.I have

The dismissalMichael crosses my path. I roll my eyes, I'm not in the mood now and never with him. She smiles and hands me a cappuccino, I don't want to be rude and take it.—Hello, Michael, thank you.—Always at your service, precious. What do you say about going out this afternoon?—I say no, don't be too clever.—Are you still thinking about what happened the other day? —curious, he refers to the incident as his fault.—I don't forget it, but I'm not interested. I have more important things to do. —I walk away from him.He reaches out and grabs my forearm, I look at him angrily.—I'm going to conquer you, Aryanna, it's just a matter of time.—You're crazy, leave me.—Viscardi, come to my office—we both turned our heads toward our boss.Today more than any other day it causes me a chain of nerves, that rush of air that throws me to a height where there is no oxygen. My blood runs dizzy under my skin, I wonder if Silvain is able to notice the abnormality in me when I go with him on t

The Echogram—I came home, Ambra. I'm exhausted, and I have to prepare for the trip on Friday.—I understand, it could be another day. And don't forget that if you need to talk about something that's making you feel bad, I can be your confidant.—Yes, I appreciate it. Have a nice night.—Anyway, see you tomorrow.I leave the device on the bed; then I sigh at the edge of the quilt. I take off my shoes, soon I go to the bathroom to shower. The next few days are crucial, yes Silvain must know it. Today at the meeting I felt lost, tired and I almost fell asleep, of course my boss noticed and I got a scolding.Before going to the room, I see my nakedness there, in that mirror that screams the truth. I turn on my side and notice the pronunciation that I ignored, now that I give in with fear to reality, the state is tangible and my heartbeats skyrocket.There is life within me, a reason grows, I am its refuge.The more I touch the bulging area, the fears subside, an unknown sensation is born

Rome, Eternal CityMy jaw falls to the floor just seeing the airplane, a magnificent and true aerial palace, it is equipped with the highest technology and incredible facilities worthy of a millionaire. He can afford to own a private plane and travel with everything he wants and comfort to any place in the world, thus avoiding the hardships of airports for commercial flights.Airbus ACJ319 could not be missed . It has been customized with different modules. In addition to having a spacious cabin, you can enjoy a kitchen and a bathroom in the front of the plane, a bedroom and a full bathroom in the rear.The comfort provided by yet's ergonomic seats is heavenly. Finishes in leather and wood veneer and metals that give the interior of the aircraft a bright and luxurious atmosphere. The exuberance there gives the plane an executive air.I settle into my place.He stands next to me, as if there isn't enough space. It's worth mentioning that I haven't told him anything yet about my pregnan

Raw truth—Could you stop seeing me? —I ask, it's not that I show my nakedness with the bathrobe, anyway his intense eye makes me nervous.—If you show up like that, don't demand that I look away. —justifies so daring.—I forgot my clothes, that's all. —I let the air out loudly."Let's get this over with," I hear him say, only later do I realize that he came to me, then as I rummage through my things he takes my arm without a vestige of delicacy.I want to complain, but Silvain has already dared to untie the bathrobe, revealing my secret; No matter how much I struggled, he is stronger than me and nothing covers my nakedness anymore. Ashamed and completely overwhelmed by his audacity, I fell to the ground, covering my face and crying. It is degrading, an unacceptable act on their part.—You're an idiot.—How long would you keep it hidden from me?! The discomfort, the clothes, your bipolar behavior, do you think I'm an idiot?—Stop yelling at me! —I exclaim loudly, still in the breakup

It's Saturday, the first morning in Rome, waking up in the eternal city should be nice, something special, however I continue to be fooled by the harshness of his speech, it has come to hurt like a kind of poisonous expletives. I sit on the couch and study the suite, I see no sign of him. Then I understand that he is on the balcony having breakfast; Like other days, today I do not want to see him, to hold his eyes in mine continuing with the rejection that is tacit in the deep blue sky, it is a lot of cruelty that I cannot bear.Being so weak and fragile is a curse, now that I am pregnant the revolution is austere, the control of my emotions has never been so derailed and intense. Assiduous sadness stabs me with incomprehensible rage. Then depression attacks, a strong weapon that kills if it worsens.I take a shower and get clean. Without putting anything in my stomach, I take the tablet, review some things. We will go to see some land, we also have the invitation to eat with that Fab

FragmentsI have tried to remove marks from the skin, undo knots in my chest and throat, unraveling is never final. I link myself again between broken questions and doubts. I gave him my heart and he returned it to me broken in many places, it is no longer of any use to me, I only have a terrible emptiness left that based on invented hopes I cannot fly. I have the feeling of loss in my soul, the opposite idea in my head screaming that I can get ahead without that daffodil by my side.The only force there is lives inside me, a piccolo that becomes the most important thing, the primordial part of a beginning.I have cried so much that I feel dry, a desert after the gloomy flood. I'm in bed, in the fetal position, counting the seconds, and I lost the count. Rejection is expensive, to love and not be reciprocated, to want and in return receive the worst. Idiot that I am for allowing the birth of a feeling dedicated to him. There remains a disorder that releases me into the void, I don't w

Damn NarcissistAbout two hours later, I'm already putting on the dress, I need help with the zipper, I didn't think about that, now I'm forced to go out and ask Silvain. I deflate my cheeks, whitening my eyes, I don't want to tell him, he's an idiot. I struggle doing it myself, I can't upload it, it's useless, damn.I fill my lungs with oxygen, before leaving he is putting on perfume, with his back turned, when he turns to me I guarantee that he is ready. He looks dapper from head to toe, in a tailored gray satin suit, and his brown hair is subdued to the perfection of elegance. For my part, I'm still barefoot and I need to zip up my pale pink dress.I close my mouth suddenly, seeing his egocentric smile."I need help, w-with the dress," he breathed out.He approaches me, makes me turn around. I swallow hard, his hot touch continues to melt my pores, turning me into a tremulous mass in a snap.He zips up and doesn't move away when he's done, it's still there, what he does next so sud

The Charm of ItalianThe enormous house, I correct, a visible mansion that evokes another era, instantly makes you fall in love. I can't stop boasting in my mind that façade that preserves the classic tone, it takes me back to yesteryear, among the most notable materials is stone. A fountain adorns the front. Silvain parks the car next to a red Ferrari. He unlocks the door and I can get out, I wait on the cobblestone. He approaches me with a hand out, I roll my eyes and reject him.He makes a dismissive gesture before heading towards the entrance, I follow behind him, wanting to run away from all that. Once I reach him he looks at me out of the corner of his eye, I snort.—Erase that bitterness, Viscardi. I don't want Rosellini to get a bad impression of my assistant. —he orders, gritting his teeth in disgust.We are greeted by a middle-aged woman, addressing us both in a hospitable but formal manner above all.—Benvenuto, il Signore ti sta già aspettando, please come in. (Welcome, th