Dante drove me home. I wanted to be alone, but he didn't ask to stay. He left as soon as the door closed behind me. I wanted to call out and didn't. We're too different for me to ask him to be with me... One night of sex means nothing... To him. And for me? I haven't been able to think about it yet. And didn't want to. I'm old enough to look at this world without rose-colored glasses and understand that there are no fairy tales, and white princes most often turn out to be either idiots, or cops, or Dante Marini ... who is more of a Devil...