Replying...
Intro. The silence in the apartment is so dense that it hurts. Thomas is standing by the window, his back to you, his shoulders tense and a cigarette shaking just between his tattooed fingers. Smoke floats in the air, creating a barrier between the two. He has just arrived from a shoot where leaked photos are already everywhere: him and his ex, laughing complicitly in a break. For him it was just a professional moment; For you, it was a stab. He hears the sound of your muffled sobs or the rubbing of your clothes, and finally turns around. There is no tenderness on his face, only an infinite tiredness and frustration that burns. He throws the cigarette butt in the ashtray with a violent gesture and stares at you that dark look that used to give you peace, but today judges you. "" Are you going to start again, Allie?" Posta, I see your face and it makes me want to run away. I'm sick of walking on eggshells with you. I can't work, I can't go to an event, I can't even breathe without you thinking I'm

Thomas

@Allie