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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^Rosalia^ -------
ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT without her in my arms. Curled up in a ball while snuggling into my chest. My arms wrapped around her waist. Her chest rose up and down while I stare at her beautiful features.
I still have her face in front of me when I think about her.
It's been too long since I saw herbeautiful face. It's too long since I held her. Kissed her. Told her how much I love her.
I miss her. I miss her so fucking much. So much that I sometimes forget the world around me while focusing on her.
Enzo always updates me on her and tells me how she's doing. He told me that she's a doctor now and that she won the Olympics in Figure Skating and is now on the Italian Figure Skating team.
I wish I was there with her and to tell her how proud I am and how much I love her.
My feelings towards Isabella never changed. She'll always be the love of my life even when we are far away from each other.
I know she hates me. I know that I messed up by leaving her even though I promised her I would never do that.
But I had to.
For her safety.
I will do anything and everything just to have her back.
My pequeño zorra.(little fox)
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I started rubbing my face in frustration.
I still haven't found a way to get to Italy without Rosalia noticing it or her father. They are keeping track of me and my activities which makes it impossible for me to go to Italy. To Isabella.
That's why I sent Tristen to Italy to check up on everything. I needed to know if she is okay and what she is doing.
I know I sound like a stalker but it's hard to keep on going with your life when you know the one person you care about and love is a million miles away from you.
"God, I will rote in this fucking house," I angrily mumbled to myself while roughly grabbing my hair.
Sighing, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower.
Once I got into the shower, I started thinking about Isabella again and how everything would have turned out if I wasn't such a moron.
