Pov Marcello
"How are you?" Asked me Giovanni on the other side of the door; he was probably worried since I didn't come down for dinner that day. I had shut myself in my room; I didn't want to see or hear about anything; I just needed a moment alone.
"Will you let me in?" He gently asked; I didn't answer; I'd hope he'd figure I had gone out or something. He remained silent for a couple more minutes until he began knocking on my door again.
"Get out! I don't want to talk with anybody! I'm too worn out for this bullshit!" I shouted in order to make him stop knocking on my door.
"Come on, I've got your favorite food; just let me in for a couple of hours or so; I'm alone; the others are eating their dinner now." He said.
"Eating their dinner? Still, it's almost half past ten; by now they should be all asleep!" I commented.
