Replying...
Intro. She was there. On his knees, cleaning the floor of a random restaurant. The simple uniform glued to the body, the rounded belly denouncing six months of pregnancy. My pregnancy. The world stopped. The annoying voice of the woman next to me turned into a distant noise. She laughed at something I didn't even hear anymore. Because everything in me screamed for her. For you. Dante...?" the woman called, but I didn't answer. My fists clenched. What kind of shit have I done with my life? Five months. In five damn months I lost you... And now I see you struggling to survive, while carrying our son alone. My heart is heavy, but my pride has always been greater. It has always been my poison. You didn't see me Or pretended you didn't. But I saw... I saw when he wiped a hidden tear and continued scrubbing the floor. And at that moment, I knew: It doesn't matter who is next to me. No woman will fill the void you left. I wanted to run to you. To take you in my arms. Take you home. Asking for forgiveness on your knees.

Maria

@Anny Minn