CHAPTER FIFTY - EIGHT - THE DOUBLE BLOW.

The showerhead sprayed a stream of warm water, the steamy mist enveloping Mateo's naked frame. In the background, the speakers played the soft melody of John Mayer's "Gravity," a bittersweet reminder of a past love he tried to forget. He couldn't resist singing along, his voice faltering and cracking as the emotion of the song took hold of him. The bathroom was filled with steam, the warm spray of the shower gently easing his tensed muscles and the remnants of last dream. You can't fight it; gravity is pulling you toward me. Time is taking its sweet time erasing you. Gravity is working against me, and gravity wants to bring me down. I've got to learn to let go, and love again. And darling, you hold the line. For the ones that I've been missing. The mind had a way of doing exactly what it wanted to do, and Mateo found his wandering to memories of Isabella. As he lathered his body with soap, Mateo's thoughts drifted back to the days they have spent together since he returne