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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"Linda," I sigh as my foster mum cries down the phone, "I-I'm so sorry. I can't get to you, planes are too expensive."
She continues to sob down the phone, her sadness leaches onto me as I begin to cry as well. My foster dad, the man who pretty much raised me, has just been diagnosed with blood cancer, he has weeks left to live.
"I-I'm sorry I can't help you." Linda replies, I know money is tight for her, but I never thought I would have to say goodbye to Robert over the phone.
"I'm sorry, darling, I have to go. The hospital is calling." Linda's tone is rushed and tear soaked before the line goes silent.
Weeping quietly, I walk into the bathroom, searching for toilet paper. To get back home, I would need at least £300 more than I have in my account.
There is nothing to do.
Knowing that makes me cry even harder.
I want to scream.
I want to beg.
I want to bargain for Robert's life, but I can't do any of that, so instead I cry.
When my phone buzzes, I almost don't answer it, but then I see Enzo's name and I realise how much I need to hear his voice.
"Ciao," I say, still crying pathetically.
"Lucia, what's wrong?"
Enzo immediately detects my tears and seems hell bent on stopping them.
"I-I-I..." I have no words as I am swallowed by my tears.
Enzo sighs hard, I can imagine him running a hand through his hair, and mutters a few curse words.
"I'm out on a job at the minute baby, but I'm sending a car round to pick you up and take me to my house. I'll be there to hold you soon."
"Thank you." I mumble, rubbing my nose with the back of my hand.
"I'll see you soon sweet-" His words are cut off by loud shouting and then an even louder bang.
Jumping, the phone slips from my ear and clatters on the floor. Luckily, when I pick it up, the screen is still intact.
Remembering Enzo's words, I wander into my room aimlessly and pull on a more suitable outfit to leave the house in. As I stare around my room, I can't help but keep crying.
I wish Amanda is here right now, she's got a lecture and then she's having a meal with Marco, I'm assuming to tell him the big news.
Walking out of the front door, I sit on the wall outside my accommodation and wait for the car Enzo has sent me.
After only a few minutes of frantically wiping the stray tears under my eyes, a black car which is so expensive looking, I don't even know the name of it.
