Chapter 52: Her Eyes Were Just Like Her
"You’ve calmed down."
I sniffed. My eyes were still red and puffy, probably round and swollen like fish mouths from crying.
"Yeah..."
Sniff.
As I rubbed at my face again, trying to wipe away whatever emotional mess I had just left behind, my gaze dropped without much thought. And that was when I saw it.
Right there on Alessio’s white shirt. A large, very obvious patch of dampness. It was right where my face had been resting.
I froze. My mouth slowly fell open.
Was that from me? Had I cried that much? Oh no. Was it just tears? Or worse?
A quiet horror settled in as I stared at the soggy evidence of my meltdown. Alessio, dignified and composed as always, was now wearing the aftermath of my feelings across his chest.
I wanted to curl up in a corner and pretend none of it had happened. Or maybe fall through a conveniently placed trapdoor. Either would do.
"Uh..."
Alessio noticed my stare and glanced down in confusion. His brows drew together, and he looked like he was trying to figure out if maybe one of his buttons had popped open or something.