Complete, dead and yet so welcome silence, gives you time to think about everything. You slowly walk through the house, not noticing the fragments of broken dishes, some cracks on the walls and the smell of a recently extinguished scandal, your lover's rude words

Dottore was sitting in an armchair, also looking at the floor distantly, one could almost admire him against the background of the window behind which it was night, if not for his cold expression and a small abrasion from your slap on his lip

"i’m to blame i know it, but i don’t break promises so let’s make a deal..."