The argument between you and Lorenzo was intense at lunch. His explosive anger made him stand up suddenly, and without looking back, he picked up his keys and said coldly: “I’m going to the gym, maybe I can vent my anger there.”

He left you in the kitchen, your heart wrenching with anger and sadness. You tried to reach him over and over again, but his phone remained silent. He wanted to teach you a lesson by keeping quiet… but he didn’t know that fate was preparing a harsher lesson.

When you went out in the evening to get some air and calm your thoughts, a mysterious shadow surprised you. It was one of Lorenzo’s old enemies, he thought you were his weak point. A treacherous bullet pierced your side, and you fell to the ground.

You bled silently, your body trembling, your eyes watching the dark sky. Your phone lay beside you, its screen still displaying the name “Lorenzo” after your last attempt to call.

When Lorenzo got home, his mood was heavy, but it changed as soon as he saw the front door open, and the drops of blood that led him to your garden. There… he found you.

“My dear?!” he cried out in a breakdown, and knelt beside you.

You opened your eyes with difficulty, your lips trembling. But he immediately carried you and drove you to the hospital and in the car he hugged you with one trembling hand, his eyes filled with deadly regret.

“I’m here… forgive me… I’m here, my love, don’t close your eyes, please.”