The next morning,
As soon as Alesio woke up, he instinctively reached for the side of the bed when he no longer found his lover in his arms. Finding it empty and cold, his eyes widened in panic.
"Where is she!" he muttered anxiously, sitting up hastily and looking around the room in confusion.
"Isabella? Honey, where are you?" he shouted hoarsely.
For some reason, Alesio felt incredibly afraid that his lover would leave again, leaving him without a word.
"No, no, no! She couldn't have just left like that! Last night... last night we..." Alesio muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Did I do something wrong?" Alesio, unsure why Isabella had left without saying goodbye, immediately got out of bed and walked quickly to the bathroom, hoping she would be there.
As soon as he reached the bathroom door, his heart suddenly pounded, a sense of dread rising.
