Chapter 18

He hadn't been able to sleep even a little, he was completely overwhelmed by Valeria's words, they kept repeating in his head, they hadn't done it for a whole day. He didn't know how to explain to her that he and Mariah weren't doing anything, he didn't even know why the hell he had to explain it to her. Wasn't that a game?
"Fuck it," he cursed, sighing heavily, "I already lost it too many weeks ago".
She hadn't gone out for dinner in the evening, he hadn't been able to sleep a wink thinking about her, his watch read twelve past eight in the morning, he was waiting for her to deign to go out, to convince her not to leave, of course she couldn't leave, he wanted her there, with him. But he didn't know if, as stubborn as Valeria was, he would believe a single word she said. He only knew that she was hurt; he knew because he had heard her crying silently in a separate room. The walls of that house were like paper, everything could be heard.