When You Hated Me

I made him breakfast. Fresh juice. A steaming cup of coffee. I even included his favourites, everything I knew how to prepare, everything quick but thoughtful.

I was proud of myself. I’d done it for him. Just for him. But to my surprise… he didn’t come downstairs.

Maybe he was too busy with work. Or maybe, he was doing everything he could to avoid the risk of meeting Dante. Either way, he stayed u