Lacuna ¹

02

Amélie followed her Uncle through the house. She carried up one of her suitcases while her Uncle carried the other. While walking through the house she looked around and started to take in her surroundings, her gem like eyes tracing over every piece of material in the house, from the picture frames to the four different types of chairs sat around the kitchen table to the old leather brown couch that seemed like it was almost worn through. It was a cute little place, not too big, not too small, it was just right for them.

Her Uncle led them up the stairs. Amélie paused for a moment in the halls as she spotted some photographs hung on the walls that held two very familiar faces in them. She slowly walked closer to the hung photograph, reaching out her hand to trace over the glass covered faces with her fingers delicately.

She let out a staggered breath as she traced the photograph. Her Père and Uncle were sat on a large rock with her Frère as he held a large fishing rod in his hands with a determined face as he took no notice of the camera as he stared over the rock, looking for fish to catch, in the corner of the photograph her Mère was laughing and a baby version of Amélie sat in her lap, fast asleep. Small tears seemed to prick the corners of her eyes as she stared at her happy family.

A large hand was placed on her shoulder. "So che se fossero qui sarebbero incredibilmente orgogliosi di te (I know if the were here they would be incredibly proud of you)" Her Uncle whispered.

"Lo spero (I hope so)," She whispered back while placing her much smaller hand on top of his that was still resting on her shoulder.

He squeezed her shoulder gently. "Lo so bene (I know so)."

Amélie looked over her shoulder and sent her Uncle a small smile, to which he responded with one of his own. Resuming their way up the stairs, Charlie stopped at the very top of the stairs and motioned with his arm the room to his left. She noticed another door to his right, she could only presume that was his daughter - Isabella - old room, she didnt seem to be visiting every summer anymore. Nodding Amélie walked in first and admired the room. It was small, but it suited her taste. The room walls were painted a soft green, reminding her of the green fields of France, her bed frame was a pure white that matched the ceiling of ber room as well as her wardrobe and bedside locker while a small desk in the corner matched the soft beach wood of the bedroom floor. A soft smile spread across her face at the sight of the room.

"Spero vi piaccia, ci ho lavorato nelle ultime due settimane (I hope you like it, I have been working on it for the past couple of weeks)" Charlie interrupted the quiet silence between the two, worried the room wasn't to her liking.

"Il suo bellissimo zio (Its beautiful Uncle)" She spoke softly as she traced ever so gently over the cotton green bed sheets with the pads of her fingers. She heard her Uncle let out a small breath of relief at her statement.

"T-ti lascio sistemare, chiamami se hai bisogno di qualcosa. Sarò in cucina. (I-i'll let you settle in, call me if you need anything. I'll be in the kitchen)" He placed her suitcase inside her room before closing the door gently, leaving the young girl to her thoughts.

She gently sat on her new bed and took in a deep breath, fidgeting with her fingers. She raised her head and looked around the room with her signature gentle smile. She stood up from her bed and began to unpack and set everything up how she wished it to be. It was her room, after all.

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It didn't take Amélie very long to complete her room. She hung up and folded all her clothes, decorated around her bed with fake vines and leaves as well as small fairy lights, she hung up photographs in frames on her green walls with the help of her Uncle, Charlie also helped her build a small bookshelf to which she arranged it how she wished. It was only small differences, but it truly meant all the world to Amélie.