"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
I'm immortal, confirmed.
Or lucky.
Doesn't matter.
I looked over Leo with my throat feeling dry as he stared at me with wide eyes calling for a doctor.
One walked in greeting me doing his doctor things to me before leaving me and Lee alone.
I drank my water giving him a small smile, "I should get a punchcard like every time someone tries killing me and fails I get a point and once I reach ten I get a feee donut or something."
He just blinked at me not talking.
"Lee?"
"Holy fuck."
"Stop looking at me like that you freak."
He visibly relaxed and he gripped onto my hand with a soft smile.
"How long have I been here?"
"Just over two weeks," he told me.
I looked out the window seeing rain, "What day is it?"
He handed me my mint sunglasses and I smiled, "Thank you Darling."
I gave him a weary look, "What happened? It's a little hazy."
He looked everywhere but my eyes, "They said it was a robbery gone wrong, and you got shot."
"Is anyone else hurt?"
"A few other people but most of them will survive," he told me softly.
I looked around seeing machines attached me making my eyes widen. There were cords everywhere. My eyes landed at my heartbeat monitor, "Say something to me."
"I missed you."
I looked over to see my heart rate pick up.
Cool.
Lee held onto my hand, "Do you feel okay?"
"I feel great," I nodded, "minus the fact I got shot and almost died."
