Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Novalunosis: - The state of relaxation and wonderment experienced when gazing upon the stars.
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Leonora POV
Silent tears track down my cheeks as I stare outside of the plane window, watching as we pass through the clouds.
I went from being so happy that I now have my family again, I mean I still am happy. I've been without them for years, and now that I have them back it feels sort of unreal. Like I'm the same little girl back then.
But I can't help but feel... betrayed I guess. When my papa said I couldn't see Nikolai again. It was like that feeling I got whenever I was in the basement and he walked in.
My body feels cold without him. I miss the little touches that he'd give me, or the little tingles I'd get whenever our skin would brush. I miss when he'd play with the ends of my hair like it was the most interesting thing. I miss him.
"Bambina." (translation: baby) My papa said bringing me out of my thoughts. The tears continuing to track down my cheeks slowly.
"You should get some sleep baby, it's a long flight to Italy." He continues, my brothers all sitting down around me, their eyes staring into what feels like my soul.
"I'm n-not t-tired." I whisper looking back at the clouds outside. I know that if I was to fall asleep I'd just dream of Nikolai, which does sound good. But... then I would know it's not real, that his touch isn't real, and I'd rather prefer to be in this moment. I'd rather life something real than something fake.
"Bambina you'll learn that what we did was to protect you. You might not see that now. But you will." (translation: baby) Papa said, leaning forward slightly in his chair.
"V-Viktor told m-me if s-someone d-does something that m-makes your h-heart hurt t-they're bad p-people." I say, a small sniffle escaping me.
"W-what you d-did. H-hurt my heart p-papa." I sob out, watching as papa get's out his chair before sitting me on his lap, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. My brother's worried and pitied gazes on me.
"I'm sorry my sweet girl." Papa said, but I could tell in his tone that he wasn't. Not about Nikolai anyway.
"D-did you l-leave me p-papa?" I ask, trying to change the subject. I don't actually know how I ended to be split up from my family. I just remember being their and then.... not.
"Why do you say that principessa?" (translation: princess) Francesco said, moving to sit down closer to me. Everyone's eyes now resting on my form. I shrug looking away from their gazes.
"No we didn't leave you bambina. You were taken from us when you were very small." (translation: baby) Papa said, tightening his hold on me, like he's reliving it all over again.
