The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

"You could just go on with him then..." and while saying this, Ilaria bit her tongue.
Another long-distance affair? No way.
It would have failed. Again. Like the one with Stef. And it hurts so much, so very much to desert one another's for you cannot being together. It hurts to think about who's never there, to crave for seeing someone flesh and bone when all you can look at is a picture, it hurts to remember how high that person can make you fly, being unable to dive within his embrace and it hurts to speak at the phone, if that's the only way you've got to hear the beloved voice.
To love at distance fortifies love... It surely might be so. But while it breaks your guts, and craming you with gloom it leaves you alone in your room watchin the best days of your youth passin you by, quick, with no space for you, because you don't have recognition of them. Another long-distance affair? Never ever, she promised one day to herself, and she wanted to be coherent.
In the maintime, minutes were rushing alongside all her words and with it the weight onto her soul was starting to fade out: at any new word pronounced she felt better. There were no solutions for the situation, but in the end she would have loved to just feel less doomed and darkened, for a while more. She wanted her smile back, Jill shouldn't have got to see her that way, he didn't have to know she suffered as well for the sarcastic miracle of their meeting.
The radio alarm-clock began to spread XFM's notes, the hippest London alternative radio channel which wasn't having even the licence to broadcast yet. The two friends looked into one another's face and they reckoned they were back to serenity again. Ilaria had got onto her shoulders Meli's pouring out, and she did make it lighter, without feeling chained as well by it; she helped her friend to chase out the negativity, confident (way more than Melania herself) in the natural vitalism of her. Ilaria did see she would have needed just one stable shelter for makin everything start to blossom again, a rocked point in her life, to make it start to spin back around after the sadness, and she did know the point of stability in Melania's life was nothing else but her.
"Look at me... oh what a shame, everyone will see how I cried this morning..."
"You could always explain it like an allergic burst up..."
"Please... Allergia? Today it's even raining, and rain helps to slow down allergic sympthomes!"
"Yes, it's raining.Fourth day in row... It rains again! Oh, this Country's impossible to stand for too long: it's always rain, rain, rain and pudding! I wanna get mummy's pizza! Italy, oh sweet Italy..."
Melania smiled openly at Ilaria's words, then she realized she had avoided to ask her about something, too taken by her own troubles:
"Ila, aren't you sad you're gonna leave Chris?"
She saw her friend put low her eyes, and even without hearing that sound, she was pretty sure she had sighed out."Well, he acts so normally, like he doesn't care that much about my leaving. Therefore, I am not caring that much either..."
There you go. Who said all affairs have to be of an high level? Sometimes they can just be a certain amount of fun, no tears, no pain, just fun and edonism. Why then Ilaria seemed down for the nonchalance of her latest man?
They dressed up too slothfully, and when they arrived finally in the kitchen, everyone else was ready to exit; they could just quickly taste their toasts while goin out at Tube station and forget about touchin their coffee cups on the table.
That one morning, Melania surprised everyone in her English class, talkin richely and articulatedly for more than one hour with her teacher and at the end of the performance, Miss Harris couldn't avoid to praise her like never before.
"Do not stop to practice the language once you're back in Italy, you have been among my best students ever, congratulations!"