By some sort of miracle, I managed to get to my room without losing control, telling myself that I could compose myself in calm, without anyone making things worse, on my own. Yes, it was a good plan… it was a good plan until I realized that, in fact, I wasn't alone; Domenico was there. No, no, no, no, no! He is NEVER there after class! Why of all the days he could have been there today!? I'm about to have a seizure, it's not the right time, him