50.

Amelia's POV.

I ran off to my room, shutting the door behind me. My knees felt weak and I held them as I slipped down slowly to the floor.

When would I stop being a fool? I mean nothing to Alessandro, can't I just get that straight with?

I felt like I was cursed, cursed to be unloved. I was just so pathetic and my life was full of torments upon torments.

A pitiful soul, that's what I am. It's fine, I won't ask him anymore. Not any more.

Fuck!

I should just accept things the way they were; ...