❝ 𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆
𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅
𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆
𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 ❞
𝑺𝒁𝑨
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R I O
Why is she here?
Why the fuck am I hugging her?
The fact that she left her date and came here, to see if I was okay.. I don't quite know what possessed her to do that, but she's an idiot for it.
I'll ruin her. Like I ruin everything else.
Jacey should not have got her to come over here. I'll fucking kill him when I see him.
She releases a small puff of air from her nose, her head still nestled against my chest. She's a lot smaller compared to my 6'3 height. At a guess, I'd say she was about 5'6 or 7. So not too small, but small enough for me.
Wait, what? I pull back from her, concerned about my rapidly growing thoughts.
It's weird. My body instantly misses the comfort she was giving me. Brushing off the unfamiliar feeling, I look down at her to see her craning her neck up to meet my gaze. Her soft brown eyes alone, make me sober up and I suddenly realise how close we're standing together.
"Your cheek looks a lot better," I blurt out, not knowing what to say to get rid of the growing silence between us.
She nods slowly, "it feels better too." She replies and I find my gaze leaving her cheek and trailing over her skin — her freckles, her dimple in her right cheek, even to the small scar on the edge of her left eyebrow. I wonder how she got that?
"Grazie per essere qui." I murmur and the corners of her lips lift into a soft smile — much more than I deserve.
[translation: thank you for being here]
"Non devi ringraziarmi, Rio." She replies and before I realise what I'm doing, my hand is cupping the side of her face.
[translation: you don't have to thank me, Rio]
"Mi piace quando parli Italiano." I mumble and she quirks a brow, clearly not too sure what I said.
[translation: I love it when you speak Italian]
My thumb slowly traces over her soft skin, trailing down to her chin and eventually hovering over her lips. As though someone's literally thrown a bucket of water in my face to wake me up, I drop my hand, realising what I was doing.
Shit. Shit. I need to get out of here.
"Wait here, let me get you some water." She says as she silently pleads with me to listen to her. Nodding quickly, she turns around and walks inside, leaving me alone.
"Are you kidding me? My Japanese parents would whoop my ass if they found out I was racing." I hear Jacey exclaim, followed by Thea's laughter.
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RomantizmThea has grown up her entire life, wishing time would wait for her. Every day seems to pass quicker than the last, every hour faster than the one before. She feels as though her life is simply flashing before her eyes. With her teenage years slowly...
