Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

XXXIV

- Just think, we will come here in a few years and everything will be just perfect. - I said dreamily, touching the vine cuttings. - We will be sitting in the middle of the vineyard on blankets, drinking my wine and reading books. Utopia in the pure sense of the word.

I turned to face Damiano and saw a half-smile on his face. I reached for his hand, grasped it and pulled it deep into the sun bathed semi.

- Why in a few years? We can do everything you mentioned even today. - He said, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

- I know we can do it today, but my point was different. I meant that at some point in our lives everything will normalize. You know, we're practically living out of a suitcase right now. - I sighed. - I know we've chosen this lifestyle and I wouldn't change it for any other, but I think I need some stability in my life.

- Everyone needs that sooner or later. You got old faster, Lili. - he said, laughing.

I gave him a look.

- I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who goes to bed at twenty-one with a cup of chamomile tea. - I put my hands under my breasts, which made them slightly more pronounced.

Damiano rolled his eyes.

- You make it for me yourself. - he pointed out correctly.

- I'm making it because I care about you as if you haven't noticed yet. - I said through clenched teeth.

My period is approaching and the PMS symptoms are getting worse. This remark, although it did not have any negative background, made me sad and upset.

I let go of his hand and moved deeper into the vineyard. At first, the dark-haired man thought my anger was quite amusing. He followed me trying to catch up. He was getting closer and I was getting further away.

- Lilith, Lilith. - he called out after me.

I completely ignored my calls and continued on my fast march. I looked around my wonderful vine garden and tried to spot the car we borrowed from my father to get here.

- Well, this must be some kind of joke. - I said almost silently to myself and stood between two bushes.

I had just realized that instead of turning around I had wandered further into the vineyard. I stood between the vines, and a quiet sigh escaped my lips. I grabbed my head and at the same time Damiano came up behind me.

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him.

- You forgot to turn around, you know? - He didn't even try to hide his amusement.

I took his hands off my body and turned on my heel.

- Maybe... - I threw over my shoulder.

We walked both to the car and home in relative silence. I did not feel like talking, and Damiano seeing my (unjustified, but I will not admit it) nervousness preferred not to add fuel to the fire. A wise move on his part.

The streets in this part of the country are quiet, peaceful and you just want to drive on them. In my opinion, they are made for night drives during which we contemplate our lives. Nothing but you, the car, the road and the horizon in front of you. Something in truth wonderful in its simplicity.

When I arrived home and parked the car in the garage, my peace and quiet was over. The house was teeming with bass coming out of the speakers, voices and the life-giving energy coming from this place. I got out of the car, being careful not to accidentally slam the door, because I think my father would have slammed me.