Guido Sardelii

I remained silent for a while, avoiding looking at her too much.

The truth was simple, even though it sounded horrible.

I didn't feel the same way.

Maybe I'd never felt it before.

And he was tired of following something he already knew was going nowhere.

I sighed heavily and got up from the armchair.

—Freedom… I think you've mistaken me for someone else.

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling uncomfortable.

—I don't want to continue with this.

She looked at me, not quite understanding.

And that made it worse.

"You're a really good girl," I continued, speaking more quietly. "But I'm not in the same boat. And it's no use pretending to feel something I don't."

I swallowed.

Because I knew it was going to hurt.

—I don't want to waste your time or hurt you more than necessary.

I grabbed the keys from the table.

—Maybe I should have stopped this sooner.

And even though I felt a bit like an idiot because of how it all ended…

I knew that continuing out of habit would be worse.