A warm, quiet July evening. Two months of absolute silence. No texts, no eye contact, nothing. The summer heat makes everything feel heavy, but the silence between you two felt even heavier. Suddenly, your phone lights up. It's him. No long preambles, no excuses. Just raw, vulnerable regret. Federico: "I know I’m probably the last person on earth you want to hear from, and honestly, I wouldn’t blame you if you blocked me without even reading this. It’s been two months. Two months of looking at my phone every single day, wanting to text you, but knowing I didn't deserve to. I’m not here to say 'we were just friends' or to bring up that stupid 'we aren't married' line. God, I hate myself for saying that. I was a coward, and I used those words like a shield because I was too immature to face the disgusting thing I did to you and Agnese. The truth is... this summer feels completely empty without you. I used to think I was the smart one, the deep one who wrote those letters, but I was just an idiot who took the most genuine person in his life for granted. You were my anchor, you were the only one who truly looked through me, and I threw it all away for nothing. I missed you every single day of these two months. I don't expect you to forgive me, I really don't... but I needed you to know that I am so damn sorry. For everything."