Stranger

XXVIII.

-ROSIE-

How do you look at the girl you love and tell yourself it's time to walk away?

I sobbed hard, feeling that particular line hit home.

A week had passed but the pain is still the same, if not more. I sat in my living room, drinking cold wine and watching all the movies that Bella had promised me to watch together.

Promises are bullshit.

I scoff bitterly, taking a sip on my wine with my eyes fixed on the movie. Hoping, low-key wishing that my life is just like those in the movies.

So that I can get a happy ever after too.

I hope that one day I can love the way that you love me.

You figured it out once. You'll do it again.

*knock knock*

Now who is that?

The knocks on my door kept on coming and for a moment, I pause, contemplating whether or not I should open the door in this late hour.

I'm not expecting anyone, so who could it be?

*knock knock*

Alright, I give up. I stood up, dragging my body to see who it was.

"Arturo?" I creased my brows, surprised to see the middle aged friend of Bella.

"Signorina." He smiled apologetically.

"Come in."

"Oh, no. It's okay, grazie." He politely declined, getting something from his coat.

"I just came by to give you this." He handed me a letter, making me confuse.

"Who is this from?" I asked, inspecting the letter carefully and finding the familiar hand writing on the envelope.

"Signorina."

"Why are you giving me this?" I whispered, looking at the name on the back that reads; Juliet.

"Before she left, she made a letter and a note. Angelo told him to give the note to you on the day she left, the other one was given to me. She said that I should give it to Juliet." I furrowed my brows, not understanding what he was trying to say.

"I told her that Juliet doesn't exist, but she insisted; saying that I should give it to her somehow, whenever."

"I tried so hard to think who I'll give this letter to, but then I remember her telling me once that she already found her own version of Juliet. She said she was beautiful, tall and blonde." Arturo paused, recalling more of their conversation.

"She told me they bumped into each other on the streets." My eyes widen when Arturo said those words because I clearly remember the first time we met. We bumped into each other on the streets, and that was the time I knew that I feel something towards her.

"I don't know any other blonde that she met other than you, I think it's better if I give you this."

"I–" I look at the letter in disbelief. Both nervous, afraid and ecstatic to know what was written inside.

"I have to go back now, signorina. Lots of guests." Arturo smiled, bidding his goodbye before leaving me stunned by the door.