Even after a cold shower, and completely sobering up, I couldn't shut my eyes.
My heart felt like it was aching, and I didn't want to know why.
Damiano didn't come back to the room, even though I secretly hoped he would. His absence was felt, and I felt irritated by the fact.
He was never too close to me, he always slept on the couch and he was so quiet you could sometimes forget he was here.
But now when he wasn't here, it kept me up, it made the mattress underneath me that felt so comfortable just minutes ago feel like bricks, and the clothes on my skin feel like sandpaper. I wondered if my absence also kept him up.
## Damiano POV
The bed under me might as well be made of rocks, the pillow of hard grainy sand.
I couldn't find one position I felt comfortable in, the room felt hot. The clothes on my body felt like hot coal on my skin.
I started to miss the hard couch I had been sleeping on all these nights, even though I knew the couch wasn't the comfort.
