andy; promise

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The safe house in Italy, Verona, is my favourite. Sure, it's pretty popular and a busy city - but all the more places to hide. There's almost always nice weather, good food and I love looking at Italian architecture. Plus, it's the city of love. What's not to like?

Even William Shakespeare liked Verona, setting multiple books in the city - I mean, he's the whole reason it's called the city of love. Romeo and Juliet. He also set the two gentlemen of Verona here. I mean, when I met the guy back in England (Elizabeth was queen at the time - lovely woman, intimidating though), he seemed quite the cynic of love.

But I guess that made me love it even more - that and it's the place I first met Andromache. Might have been called something else at the time, though. Can't remember what for the life of me. I can remember the year, though; 92 AD. Yeah, I'm old, too old, as Andromache would say. I can't remember that either. My age. If I had to guess - around 1560 BC. So, it's not as old as Andy, but old enough.

Spent years searching for her. Met her that year, but she left soon after to get Qyunh. It's a shame what happened to her. I know they were close, no, inseparable. I remember Andromache the most. At the time, she had long, wavy, brown hair, and the features that impacted me the most were her eyes and smile.

Such a pretty smile. And those eyes, the moment they met mine, I knew I could depend on her. And her on me.

I looked down at the spot we first met, the balcony overlooking it. When this place came up for sale, we bought it immediately. That was the first time I knew I felt more than friendship towards her. But I didn't say anything, I didn't want to ruin what I already had with her. I mean, I knew I had to live with her for the rest of forever, so who would want that to be awkward.

What I didn't know was that she felt the same way. When she left to get Nicky and Joe, I'd never felt so lonely. Her easy smiles and dark sense of humour such a big absence in my life. I sat out on the balcony watching the purple flowers wilt and die from their lack of hydration. It's my fault completely, but I let myself starve to death multiple times - if I hadn't already died from dehydration first.

She returned a few years later, and at that point, I'd stopped moping. A little. I was in the kitchen. I didn't hear the door open or their footsteps and hushed voices. I just remember her arms on my waist - face in the crook of my neck.

"Gotcha." She shouted, grabbing my waist and hoisting me into the air. She buried her head into my back as I waited for her to put me down.

Once she did, I span in her arms - which were still comfortably settled on my waist and lunged into her embrace. My arms wrapped around her neck as I started to cry. "Are you crying? Y/N?" She questioned, extremely concerned at my rare show of emotion.

I buried my face further into her neck. "Never leave for that long again." I bawled, cries muffled. At this point, I didn't even care if the newbies judged me. No matter how muffled my words she heard regardless.

"I won't, I'm sorry."

"Promise me, Andy."

"Okay." She sighed, arms tightening around me.

"No, Andromache. Promise me, swear it." I insisted.

"I promise you Y/N L/N, that I, Andromache the Synthian, won't ever leave you alone for this long again." She says. I look up at her. Her eyes are wet with tears also. She leans forward and plants a kiss on my lips. I freeze at the notion, my head taking a second to take in this new information. She reads my reaction wrong. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what came over m-"

I cut her off by kissing her again. She freezes as I did before sighing and kissing me back. She pulls me closer to her than I thought humanly possible.

A cough from the doorway breaks the kiss, I'm sure I could kiss her forever. Lack of oxygen isn't going to be a problem, really. Reluctantly, I pull away. Andy grabs my hand, and we start to leave the kitchen.

"It's about time you met Nicolò and Yusuf."

"Only if you promise to never leave me." I say before adding, "And kiss me like that again."

"I promise." She chuckles, dragging me to the living room.

I can safely say she's never broke that promise.

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