piccolo tesoro

Never enough.

Vincenzo:

August 24th 2022

When I finally made it to her room I see she is sitting on the floor next to the mirror. She was fixing her already perfect hair.

I sit on her bed waiting for her, I can see her through the mirror examining her face and poking and pulling at her skin.

She is the most beautiful girl in the world and I hate that she can't see it.

I wish that she could see herself the way the rest of the world does.

Her hands are shaking and her face is turning pale. I get off the bed and bend down next to her on the floor, I see a small tear fall down her cheek.

What is she thinking.

"bambina, what's wrong" she turns away from me shaking her head.

"N-nothing I'm fine. I just pulled uh- a hang nail." Bad liar. I look at her through the mirror seeing her blanket staring at herself.

"Arabella, be honest with me, why are you crying?" I shake my head.

Why is my beautiful girl sitting in front of a mirror crying. What's the trigger, what did I do.

Arabella:

If it were anything else I could tell him. But I cant with this. Looking at myself in the mirror I hate what I see.

And today he's going to meet Ameira, and he's gonna to fall for her instead of me.

She's so pretty and fun and outgoing. And I'm not.

I'm the friend who sits quietly while the pretty friend is the life of the party. I'm the friend that guys talk to, to ask about my pretty friends.

I am never the one that anyone picks, not that I even blame them. I would want to fun outgoing attractive person, the opposite of me.

And he's going to pick Ameira and invite her to dinner and invite her to stay with us and then I'll have to stay with them, while they date and make love and get married and-

"Arabella youre hyperventilating please breathe." He places his hand on my back rubbing up and down as I inhale and exhale.

oh.

"I-I'm s-sorry"

stop stuttering.

"Arabella you're either going to tell me what's wrong or we're not going. I don't want you to feel like this, especially if we're out." He's punishing me. It's not my fault, it is but it isn't. And he doesn't understand because he just wants to be my friend.

I turn to face his wiping my tears and taking a quick breath,"No, I wanna go."

"You're crying and hyperventilating Arabella, we can go tomorrow" I shake my head grabbing his arm to stop him from getting up.

"No please" I grip his hand tightly trying to make him listen.

He keeps his hand with me but stay distant with his parental tone, "I want to help you Arabella, but you are not letting me."

Im such a baby

"I just, I'm okay. Just." I wipe more tears quickly, "Can we please go." He reluctantly nods, I can tell his unhappy with me.

He places his hand on my back and leads me to the door. We walk to the car and he opens the passenger door for me.

"You're driving?" I question.