*Elio*

I paced the hallway, impatient, anxiety-like claws crawling up my throat. I felt sick to my stomach like I was on a never-ending loop on a roller-coaster but all I could do was hold on and pray for it all to stop.

I prayed that the love of my life walked through those doors unharmed.

“You’re going to wear a hole through the floor,” Matilde remarked as I walked past the living room doorway.

“I’ll pay to have it fixed,” I snapped ...