Luca's POV…
A month later….
Each day I read every word in her letter, I started my day with it and I would end my day with it, she is gone, I can't find her.
"You don't look good Luca." My therapist spoke. "Do you still blame yourself for your mate leaving?" She asked.
I hate this, I hate having to talk about my feelings, but I have to, I promised myself I would be better for her, that's what she wanted, she wants me to be good, to be honest with myself.
"If I have told her the truth, she would have been mad at me but at least it could be come from me not from him, if I had told her a long time ago, she would have been okay with it, she would not have hated me and she would not have left, I did this, I always make people leave."
"What did I say in my last session Luca?" She asked.
"What the fuck did you say?" I breathed out.
