Marco is really shining in this fic, in a very face-palm inducing kind of way. Also, I couldn't help but notice that Nicolò's family seems healthier with his father dead early...

The last paragraphs - Nicolò taking one thing for himself and planning to cherish the memory, thinking that "Tayyib"is using him as a rebound and being fine with that- were heart wrenching. I'm all teary eyed.

I feel I'm missing a couple of steps in between, but it's probably just me. Great work!