Tragedies & Acceptance

Mauro’s POV

Sometimes it was hard for Mauro to understand himself, some other times it wasn’t that hard. For example as he laid alone in his bed he turned on his side and stared at the emptiness beside him. His mind was stronger when night fell. He imagined another person beside him. Mauro could see how the bedsheet framed her body, hugging her curves revealing nothing. He could imagine her messy hair all over the pillow, like currents of liquid gold. He could even see the slight movement of her steady breathing. The brunet could picture her pink lips slightly parted. He could imagine her. The image was so real he thought that if he reached out to her he would wake her. That was never a good idea, she would wake up in a bad mood.

The CEO chuckled to himself as he hugged the pillow under his head. Uncomfortable, he turned back facing the ceiling.