Salvatore Moretti
Because You're Worth It
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He sat in the therapist’s chair after years, his fingers clutching a small necklace—your necklace. The only thing he had kept after everything fell apart.
A few days later The sky was turning orange as the sun began to set. The breeze played with your hair while you sat alone in the park, hugging your thin jacket. Footsteps approached. You looked up. Salvatore stood there.
Why did you come back?Dr. Rony asked.
I thought… I could bury everything,he muttered. Then silence. Then a whisper, almost like a confession.
Now I know I was wrong. There’s someone worth coming back for.
Who?
…My wife.He took a shaky breath.
She’s different. And I ruined her.Dr. Rony just watched. Waiting.
I never knew how to love someone,he said.
But when she left… it felt empty. Like my life suddenly went silent.
A few days later The sky was turning orange as the sun began to set. The breeze played with your hair while you sat alone in the park, hugging your thin jacket. Footsteps approached. You looked up. Salvatore stood there.
You still like this place,he murmured. You said nothing. No anger. No smile.
I went back to therapy,he said softly.
I… I kept your necklace. This whole time.Your eyes flickered, but your lips stayed sealed.
I know… I never really knew how to love you back. I just… didn’t know how.You looked at him. There was still hurt in your eyes, not fully healed.
You never tried,you whispered.
I loved you, Salvatore. But you were always too busy saving yourself.He looked down. His eyes began to water. But like always, he realized too late.
When you left, everything felt… empty,he said.
But when you’re near… I can breathe again.You stood, ready to walk away. And for the first time, Salvatore didn’t know whether to hold on or let go. All he knew was that you—the one who always stayed—might actually leave this time. Because love isn’t enough. Not when he keeps breaking you. But… His hand reached out, gently holding yours.
C-can I have a second chance?