Lucy Greene and Enzo Russo find each other in a twist of fate and instantly desire takes them over.
But as the real world creeps in around them, it seems that fate has played a trick on them.
Lucy Greene is on her year abroad in Italy when she mee...
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"Lucy please." My boyfriends begs down the phone as I fight the urge to hang up on his sorry self.
"Fuck you, Ben." I spit down the phone as I stare at the photo my friend back at uni sent me.
"Just tell me," I seethe, "when this started."
"I'm sorry Lucy, I made a mistake. I was just lonely, you're going to be gone a year."
"Answer the fucking question."
He sighs heavily, "August."
"So before I even fucking left and yet you have the audacity to claim this is my fault! My fault for taking a year abroad, for my degree? You are such a prick! Don't ever fucking talk to me again, you hear me!"
I hang up the phone and chuck it down onto the sofa. Admittedly, it does make any twinge of guilt I had about my near miss with Enzo disappear.
As soon as my phone drops down onto the sofa my anger dissipates quickly and all I'm left with is sadness and betrayal.
Heartache is the price of love, so is grief. I just wish I'd used my heart on someone more deserving of its weakness.
Amanda comes home from her lecture after a couple of hours of me sobbing pathetically on the sofa. She pulls me into her arms and softly coos me as the rage returns again.
"He fucking cheated on me!" I shout, "then had the nerve to say it was my fault."
"He never did!" She spits out, "bâtard."
I smile at her angry curses, but it doesn't change anything. He cheated on me and with one of my friends too.
I never should have wasted my time with him.
"I need to go to my lecture now." I mumble as I sit up from Amanda's embrace and wipe the tears from my eyes.
"Good on you, Lucy." Amanda pats me on the back supportively.
Smiling weakly, I grab a jacket and my bag before heading out of the flat to my lecture.
The last thing I want to do right now is sit through an Italian lecture, but I need to take my mind of my bleeding heart so university is the best option I have.
I continue like that for two weeks, ignoring my aching chest and focussing on my work, as I always do.
I try to forget Enzo too, but it's unsuccessful and my thoughts are constantly disrupted by the sight of his naked body wading out into the water towards me.
"Come on then," Amanda pats the edge of my bed, where I'm sitting reading a French book.
One of the perks of knowing multiple languages is you can, if you wish, read porn in public and no one is any the wiser. Unless your roommate is French, then the plan tends not to work.
