Chapter 62 A Loss That Is Irreparable

• GIULLIA SANTORI'S POV
• I was already feeling much better, I left the Intensive Care Unit and moved to a regular room without the need for so many machines. I remember everything, from the voices I heard coming from my mind to Vittorio's voice confessing his feelings for me. It's precisely because of that, I know I can't give up; it was a delusion, and the overwhelming stress made me take this drastic step. I was strangely changed after what happened. I know I need to try to give new meaning to my life, and I'll start with Vittorio. I need to clear my head, take some time to rest, and hear from him all the words he said to me that day. Maybe he brought me back to life, just as I saved him that day when I hadn't arrived at that specific moment. He might not be here anymore, like the scene I saw while I was in a coma.
• "Good morning, sleepyhead!" Gian appears at the door. I smile, grateful to have a helpful friend. Vittorio is also there. He doesn't say much, but I enjoy his company. I feel that he's embarrassed, sometimes not knowing what to say.