#Chapter84
Niccolo Point of View
I'm not sorry.
No, I shouldn't be. With the amount of pain I had to struggle without her, for her, I'm not sorry that I'm acting this way.
The moment I saw her in my Nonna's house, I didn't understand what was happening. Why was she there, what was she doing, how she happened to be with Nonna; all the questions swarmed me at once making me dizzy.
The moment I saw her, tears sprung in my eyes at the mere sight of her. Just how many days, how many minutes and how many damn seconds has it been that felt that kind of relief the moment I laid my eyes on her. It was almost as if the air has finally made its mind to cure my desperate lungs.
That relieved I was!
She looked pale but she does look healthy. There was no mark on her which means she was good and safe and that was the prime assurance I needed. She was weak but she was well and that made me live few more years.
