Vowless — The Shattered Couple Glasses

the front door and smiled faintly. I'm fine with it. Vincenzo froze for a moment. Following gaze, he noticed the old suitcase. It was the one I had used when I first moved in with him. You're going on a trip. Wedding. The wedding is tomorrow. I looked at him calmly and was about to speak. Suddenly, the glass in Rosa's hand slipped from her fingers. It hit the carpet

it with a dull crash. Vincenzo, I'm so sorry. I suddenly felt dizzy. Are you feeling sick? Did the cold air get to you? Is your old injury acting up again? Every word was filled concern, with worry. In the end, I never got the chance to finish what I wanted to say. I simply lowered my eyes and stared at the shattered glass. It had been a matching set,

a pair of couples glasses. Last year, Vincenzo bought Rosa an entire collection of handcrafted Italian porcelain. Could you give me something that means something to us, too? He frowned as if I were making a fuss over nothing. In the end, he casually commissioned a pair of glasses. It was the only time he had ever made an effort to reassure me. Now it was broken.

I told you not to drink whiskey. How many times has the doctor warned you? You need to stay away from alcohol. He never even glanced in my direction. His tone sounded stern, but his eyes were full of concern for Rosa. Last winter, I ran a fever. I could barely Take an aspirin. You'll feel better tomorrow.