Saverio strode along the Venecian canal with the deliberate rhythm of an EDM score. His red beanie kept his thoughts warm as he headed to Capri’s apartment.
This isn’t working. Sent. Read.
I won’t give up. Sent. Error on delivery.
He had to tell her. She had to know. He wasn’t giving up. Ever. He had only realized that this morning when the blinding glow of his phone starred him in the face. She was it.