Italy In The Spring [h.s]

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AN: y'all are gonna hate me <3

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Two Years Later

Life moves on, but it's scary how fast it can move in only two years.

Things change, and so do you. You grow as a person and your vision of things twist and turn. Every steppingstone forces you into a different direction, pushing you onto another path after every fork in the road you encounter.

Not only does your way of thinking change, but so does your heart. It may fall in love with someone new or hold onto someone from your past. It's always changing or holding onto things, but it never forgets what true love and happiness feels like.

Sometimes, you don't want life to change or move on. You want everything to remain the same, so you can somewhat freeze time and stay that way forever. Still thinking the same thoughts and still in love with the same person.

I'll admit... my life has changed in many, many ways in two years. The world kept moving on without me, and I had no choice but to move on with it. In the beginning, I fought it. I refused to move on or change. I thought I was happy with the way my life was and wanted to be one of those people who were able to freeze time and their hearts. But eventually, I quit fighting and let life drag me along with it. My heart changed, and so did my mind.

I'm just still questioning myself if it was for the better or not.

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The weak rays of sunlight sneak past the white blinds hanging over my window, igniting my closed eyelids in a crimson flame. A soft groan escapes my lips as I roll over to hide from the intrusion of sleep, meeting a warm chest and feeling soft hair tickle my forehead.

"Good morning, beautiful," he hums and wraps his arm around my waist. The tips of his fingers dance their way up and down my arm, tracing random patterns across my skin as goosebumps erupt at record-breaking speed.

I sigh and snuggle further into his warm embrace, grasping onto those last remnants of sleep in hopes of slipping back into my world of dreams. "Not good morning. I need more sleep," I grumble and feel his chest vibrate with laughter.

"More sleep, hm?" His fingers tickle my sides and a squeal tumbles from my lips as I try to escape his touch. "You went to bed at nine last night, grandma."

"Stop! Oh, my god, fine! I'm up!" I laugh as I struggle underneath his weight, still trying to escape his tickling fingers.

"I don't think you are," he sing-songs, continuing his torture as I become breathless from my endless fits of laughter.

"I swear I am!" My words are struggled and filled with laughter. "Timothée Chalamet! Stop right now before I kick you in the fucking head!"

Another laugh falls from his lips as he finally withdraws his fingers from my sides and stares at me with those hazel eyes of his. "Want some coffee?" He grins, hints of his morning voice lacing into the tone of happiness.

"Do you remember who you're talking to?" My smile widens and I lean forward to briefly kiss his lips.

He hums and leans into me once I start to pull away, deepening our kiss as more giggles fall from my lips. I tangle my fingers into his brown hair while wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me as I melt into the warmth of his body.

"Up, up!" He grins as he pulls away from me and gets up from the bed. He takes my hands in his and drags me upwards, sufficiently pulling me from the bed and into his arms. "You're going to make me carry you, aren't you?"