Five Years of Fiction — Sofia Bellini's Arrival

Slowly, I moved his hand away from my waist. A moment later, he reached for me again in his sleep. I took a pillow from the edge of the bed and placed it between us. I kept my eyes open in the dark.

One thought clear in my mind. Soon, I would no longer be his secret. I would no longer be his possession, and I would no longer be the tool he used to hurt anyone.

When I woke the next morning, the space beside me was empty. Only the faint, cooled scent of cedar remained on the sheets. By our five-year unspoken rule, Luca always left before dawn, as if nothing had happened.

When I washed up and went downstairs, there was a strange woman in the living room. She wore an ivory suit, blonde hair pinned neatly back, with a crocodile handbag beside her and diamonds flashing on her wrist elena come here

sofia bellini your brother's girlfriend the word girlfriend still gave my heart a small sharp pull so you're elena luca talks about you all the time he says you're sweet and so easy to take care of i touched her hand briefly my fingers cold nice to meet you luca was sitting other end of the couch he heard every word and didn't explain he only glanced at me as if

for me to get jealous question him or lose control i asked nothing and turned toward the kitchen for water the glass had just filled when a shadow appeared behind me jealous i said nothing he