It was strange that feeling in my body, I saw you slipping away in a second when everything seemed to fall apart, the perfect tint of that picture I painted turned into a black dark canvas that trapped my shredded soul which begged for your support.

But you decided to leave.

You did not even think about it for a second and I saw you crossing the bedroom door, I still remember the noise of the suitcase trolley you bought that day when I persuaded you to come with me, I remember the same rubbing of the wheels when you decided to leave for our great adventure, but in that sound this time there was not the same harmony combined with that little bit of freedom that we felt in our bowels, this time there was only one echo that echoed in the room whispering to my brain cells your definitive departure, from now on you would have disappeared between the seven billion faces bringing with you your expressions, your ways of doing, and the sweet sides of your character that I would never see in any other woman.

And now tell me it was easy, right?

Take with you my broken heart, 230 grams would not affect the weight of your suitcase, huh?

You did not turn around to see my face that hadn't an expression of happiness, you did not turn even to close that fucking door, leaving as a change of season suddenly you have definitely come out of my life.

At least this I thought until a few moments ago.

When the conviction of having forgot you struck in my conscience, you walked back into my life again, bumping into the door after three winters with an unusual excuse: 'I want to give you something back' you said, whispering slightly, making your way in my old New York apartament.

And like a lightning in the clear sky, I heard something again in that strange compartment concealed to the left of my chest, that singular tickling reborn in me like an old dance whose steps are not recognized.

But then the reason disconnected from the most reasonable thoughts to connect to the heart's motives and this firmly signed my condemnation, that armor that I created in these years was crashed in a thousand pieces when gently you started to brush my lips against yours whispering a 'I'm sorry' which suddenly made me forget all the hurt that you provoked me, because I knew that no matter how long our roads would have been divided, eventually one way or the other, they would meet again.

And here you come back here, on my bed with your close eyes, keeping you a little bit tighter beside me because this time I wouldn't let you go away again.

But tomorrow, stay and tell me about you.

You missed me?

What did you do all this time?

And tell me you're back to return those 230 grams, right?

As these thoughts bombarded my mind I felt my eyelids closed but before I fell asleep I looked satisfed in the direction of the door.

It was closed.

Will you stay tomorrow?


I'm even more sooorry! I tried to change narration method to get new results but I think this experiment went wrong lmao. I know I made Alex a bit vulnerable for the break up with Piper but I noticed these sides in her flashback (s5 e12) and in another episode of season s1 and I slightly intensified them, I hope I have not ruined the character. (A little curiosity -for those who are wondering- 230 grams are related to the weight of a woman's heart!) Anyway, I'm writing a new story with more chapters, 'hope you are interested!