Two days since we've been in Sicily. Two days that I haven't come out of my room.

I have told the maid to bring the food in my room so I won't have to come out. I also haven't talked to Domenico.

It's too much, the deaths, the problems, The Pain. I have tried to be strong for too long, and right now I just can't handle it anymore.... It hurts. I wish I had the power to turn my pain off, but I can't. And as much as I don't want to admit it: I am scared, confused. What is happening? Why do I feel so weak? I remember what that Mrs. James told me. She assumed I was Domenico's alley and killed my father. Am I? I am living with the man that killed my father, of course not by wish, but I had to do something, I had to fight. I didn't. So? What makes me different from the other traitors? I am just like them, maybe worst. I have dishonored my father's memory, I couldn't even say goodbye to him properly.

It hurts, my mind, my heart, my soul... And that's where I let go. The tears that were formed in my eyes start falling in my cheeks. The flames in my chest start fading, it's like the tears were helping to fade them. But the demons in my head were still there, and they weren't going no matter how many tears fell from my eyes. They were talking and not thinking to stop anytime soon.

I was still crying, so much my body was tired and my heartbeats weren't steady anymore. I wasn't going to stop, the demons weren't going to stop.

In that moment someone opens the door. It was Domenico. He stands in the door like he was trying to decide whether to come in or not. Later he comes in.

"Are you okay?"-he asks with a low, but still strong voice.

I get up and wipe my tears, but others were coming out. I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop crying.

"Yes."-I simply reply, but the sound I made and the crazy tears coming out of my eyes were saying otherwise.

"You are not."- he says. Than he lightly grabs my arms and sits me down. I couldn't even use my muscles. He also sits down next to me.

In an instinctive move, without even thinking about it I put my head on his lap. At first I felt him tense. It seems like he wasn't used to this thing. After a few moments he starts stroking my hair. And just for a while, just for a few seconds I thought the demons in my head were gone. But than I started thinking, and the pain in my chest was back again. NO!

I turn my head to face him:"You!"-I say and get up again.-"You did this!"-I raise my voice.

"I don't have anyone anymore!"

"You were the cause I am here now."-I say and I break the vase standing in the table.

"Dianora."-he says, but I'm not listening.

"You Are The Worst Thing That Came In My Life."-I say and throw all the things in my table down.

"YOU MADE ME AN EMPTY PERSON WITH NO HOPES OR HAPPINESS."

I grab the sheets of my bed and throw them across the room. The demons in my head now louder than ever.

"Dianora STOP!"

Oh no. I ain't thinking to stop.

"I HATE YOU!"-I scream and my chest starts burning again, the tears are still going down my eyes . I smash a glass in the wall.

Domenico comes close to me and grabs my arms. I start hitting on his chest with my weak fists.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME."- I say. He doesn't let go. It's like he is trying more to calm me down more than he is trying to stop me.

My body gives up.

He puts his hands my cheeks, and raises my head trying to look me in the eyes.

"Look what you've done to me."-I say in a low voice, barely a whisper.

My knees give up and when I think I'm about to fall down he carries me bridal style and lays me in my bed. I was still crying, but not like before. He lays next to me and takes my hand. I was too weak to make a sound.

We stand there for a while and I was calming down. There. With him. Under his touch. He had an unexplained effect on me. Like he was fuel and water to me. Is that even possible?

The demons in my head, the screams were now gone. Now it was just him and me. And a destroyed room. With shattered glass and messy sheets. And.... quiet.

I was some tired my eyelids were closing. They were falling, covering the light and Domenico's figure in front of me.

After a few seconds they were completely closed and just a second before I feel asleep I thought I heard him say:

"Maybe it hurts me more than it might hurt you...".....

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