GINEVRA
Joy comes in the morning.
But my morning came with confusion, with the inability to make choices that could help serve my purpose.
My life had always been a constant struggle with the continuous need to make choices—choices that brought success, choices that built self-esteem, choices that brought destruction, choices that brought about a fully fulfilling life.
I had always had to make the right choices.
But what even was the right choice?
I, Ginevra Rodriguez, was born with a purpose. My life as a Rodriguez was endured for years for that purpose, and something as foolish as the pleasures of love couldn’t be allowed to take away my purpose.
I had to choose.
So, when my eyes opened to an empty bed, when I quickly indulged in my morning routine, when I walked down the stairs almost limping, I had made the decision to bring to an end whatever it was that existed between Ricardo Sanchez and I.
Physical pleasure, emotional fulfillment, it all had to stop.