Chapter 60 Kiss That Heals

• AEMILIO
• The night was heavy with silence, punctuated only by the rustling of leaves in the cool breeze. I wandered aimlessly through the garden, the stars overhead shining like scattered diamonds against the vast, inky sky. The bottle in my hand felt like a lifeline, the amber liquid inside a temporary escape from the chaos of my thoughts. Each sip was a desperate attempt to drown out the memories that haunted me—the blood, the death, the consequences of decisions I had never intended to make.
• I was drunk, and I didn't care. My mind raced, twisting and turning in on itself. As I moved deeper into the garden, I caught sight of her—Evangelina, clad in a delicate nightdress that clung to her form, illuminated by the silvery glow of the full moon. For a moment, the world around me faded, and all that existed was her. The way the fabric draped over her curves, the soft waves of her hair cascading down her shoulders, made my heart race with an intensity I could hardly comprehend.