𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Isabella moved to Italy with her best friend Aaliyah which was the best decision she has made for the longest time. She became a doctor and also won the Olympics in Figure Skating as a member o...
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IT'S BEEN two weeks since I last saw Donatello. Enzo sent him on a mission aboard which is worrying me. I know I should be used to his absence but it's still hard knowing he could get hurt and I'm not there for him.
After that night we spent together, I had to clear my head and start thinking about what I wanted for myself. I know I want Donatello and I know he wants me but there is still something that is stopping me from showing him how much I want him.
I didn't take me long to understand my feeling towards Don. After that night, I realized I don't just like him.
I love him.
And I want to tell him that but something is stopping me from doing that.
''What's up?'' I felt someone breathe into my ear. I jumped up from the sofa and turned around.
Aaliyah was standing behind the sofa while clutching her stomach laughing. ''That was hilarious,'' she laughed. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her and she didn't catch it. It hit her face.
She narrowed her eyes at me and picked up the pillow from the floor to place it back onto the sofa. I saw back down and sighed. Aaliyah walked around the sofa and sat down next to me.
''What's going on? You seem down,'' she assumed and I nodded.
''I'm just confused,'' I crossed my arms over my chest. ''About what?'' she asked.
I turned my body around to her and she did the same. Now we are both facing each other while sitting on the sofa. She then grabbed the water bottle from the little table in front of us and opened it to take a sip.
''I'm confused as to what is stopping me to tell Don that I love him,'' Aaliyah spitted her water out. ''What?'' she asked shocked.
I smiled sheepishly because I haven't told her that I love him. ''Yeah, I love him but something is stopping me from saying these three words. He already told me that he loves me and I felt bad for not saying it back,'' I pouted.
''And you don't know why you can't say it?'' she repeated and I nodded. ''Yes, I can't say it and I don't know why,'' I admitted.
''What I'm about to say might bring some other feelings up but I think we have to talk about it,'' she said and I furrowed my browns at her. ''What do you mean?''
''Maybe you can't say it because you are still hanging on one person,'' she gave me an apologizing look and I knew what she meant.
''I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say something like that but maybe it helps to talk about it. Since we moved here you stopped talking about it. That's why I thought it might be that,'' she explained.
