𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, o. piastri

xviii. writing

13th april 2023, morning
melbourne, australia

olivia loved writing: letters, journals, short stories and poems, but most of all she loved writing songs. music had always been her escape from the stresses of her life. just like the beach it was a safe space.

whenever her feelings and thoughts got too complicated for her own head, olivia would write them out to a beautiful melody, either on her piano or guitar.

however, as of recent the argentinian had hit what could only be described as horrible writers block. olivia had tried several times to write something, anything, but no words appeared on the paper as her mind ran blank.

that was until... now.

olivia sat in the lifeguard tower, her legs up on the counter in front of her as she used her binoculars to look out into the water. it was a slow day at the beach, the country was heading into autumn time.

the brunette sighed, pulling out a battered notebook from her backpack as well as a pen. she rolled the pen in between her fingers as she stared at the blank page.

"someone's drowning."

"what?" olivia, alarmed, sat up straight looking out to the ocean to see where that person was. aiden let out a laugh beside her.

"i'm just kidding." he sighed, placing his hands on his girlfriend's bare knees, sitting down opposite her. "you were just so concentrated on that empty page."

"never do that again." she pointed a finger at the blonde, olivia tried to sound mad but she couldn't stop herself from smiling when he grabbed the tip of her finger and wiggled it, "gave me a heart attack."

"sorry." he raised his hands in surrender, "what had you so distracted, though?"

"nothing." olivia sighed, "literally nothing."

aiden opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by mason sticking his head into the tower and calling him out to surf. olivia smiled and nodded when he looked at her for permission to leave, leaning down to kiss her lips before running out.

the brunette looked around the empty tower, letting out a breath as she picked up her phone. her finger scrolled through the few unread messages she had, the one from oscar catching her eye.

www.imessages.com

pastry

3rd april, 16:06

liv
hope you had a safe flight
back
liv
i know how much you hate
the long flights from here
to london 🫶

6th april, 14:45

liv
mama piastri sent me pasta 🥹
liv
i love her

6th april, 20:29

liv
i had a panic attack
(message deleted)
liv
my mom contacted me
(message deleted)
liv
why won't you talk to
me piastri?
(message deleted)
liv
why is it so hard for
me to tell you this?
(message deleted)
liv
ig im scared you
won't care
(message deleted)

10th april, 12:33

liv
made waffles for breakfast
liv
i miss you 🫶 text me
liv
i really need you rn os
(message deleted)