Nonno was waiting for me. He didn’t like to be kept waiting, yet still I trudged along the alley back to his house. I couldn’t help it; my heart was broken.
It felt like gravity was trying to drag me to the ground, eager to see my pain. Damn gravity. But I wasn’t going to give in to it. The only reason I had come here was to try to escape, to forget it all.
It was useless. Beautiful as this place was, it didn’t ease the pain. The white walls looked like painted dirt, and the dirty ground looked like a stained carpet. There was no beauty here.