Fuck! Did I just gave myself in a stranger? I don't even know the name! I could feel his violent breath and if it hadn’t been dark I would have seen his face unlike me whose face was partially lit by the moon peeking out the open window. So it freely watches my teary face.

"Fuck you! You even managed to leave me but you're moaning my name? Damn you baby ... Just damn!"

After four years I can say that, there's many changes. I got used to living here in Italy and with in four years, I repeatedly dreaming about Sav. How weird right? I thought it was true...