6. Origin Of Sofia Di Marco

Sofia's POV

I was awakened from my sleep that morning by the bright sunlight piercing forcefully into my closed eyes and I couldn't help but grumble and stretch out my hands.

Another morning of loneliness.

I stumbled out of my bed and looked outside the open blinds to see the people roaming the street for the activity of the day.

I yawned one last time and blinked my emerald-coloured eyes.

It's been one week since I met with Mr Pompous and it's been almost impossible to erase him from my mind.

Just when I think I'm free, his face and voice would come knocking at the door of my head.

Asking to stay rent-free for all eternity.

I want to forget him. I really want to but it's been impossible.

I keep pushing the blame on the fact that I've been lonely for a very long time and a glimpse of connectedness sends my heart leaping and craving for more.

That's right. I want more; I want to see his face one last time, his voice, I want that feeling that's void of loneliness.

That feeling