*Tallon*
Everywhere and everything reminded me of Natalia. Even when I was sitting at home alone watching TV, my mind was overrun with confusing feelings of love mixed with guilt mixed with sadness.
Looking at the screen, I saw a character with dark brown hair and watery blue eyes walking across a room, speaking in rapid Italian as she argued with her boyfriend, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Memories of Natalia hit me like a blow to the chest.
I hated that it was the last image I had of her–her desperate tears as she begged me not to leave, sobbing out that she loved me, so heartbroken like I had never seen her before and–
No. I couldn’t feel that way.
I pressed the palms of my hands to my eyes until I saw stars behind my eyelids, and I tried to push the guilt worming its way into my heart back down the depths where it belonged.
