𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

Life is a fairytale -we all die in the end

He chose his Porsche. As we sat, I took a minute to admire the sleek, shimmery beauty. It was pitch black and gleamed proudly under the sharp lights of the garage. It was a gt3rs. I know this because I had once spotted it at a dragster race. Since then, it has been my dream car. One that I couldn't afford to sit in. Let alone the thought of owning one someday. I sat silently, observing its cushioned interior which was highly comforting. I can even ditch my bed for a sleep here. My eyes shone from my unrelenting admiration towards it. The outlook was just as dreamy but the luxuries you experience inside are incomparable. Something like coughing sounded in the background but it was a low sound, felt too far away. Like it wasn't there because I was sitting inside my dream car. I've never really ached for materialistic things but sometimes you stop wishing for objects when your prettiest, most valuable humans just leave you to live on your own. I had never really pictured myself achieving something atop my bucket list in such a situation. I never admitted it out loud but life had been too quiet before he intervened in my life. Perhaps I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome or something of a similar sort but life had started becoming somehow fulfilling when I was with him. He always does something that sort of heals a broken part of me unknowingly. "Thank you", I voiced. So low, if it was someone else they might have never heard it. Sliding my fingertips on the smooth surface, I thanked the gods. Even as my life is a clutter of horrible events, he has gifted me with little blessings that I want to thank him for. He has not forsaken me, nor has he left me alone to dwell in this hell of a world. 

"For what?", He inquired, his actions screaming he pays no regard to my emotions. I kept speaking as the engine blared to life. "For everything, for every such that you do, unknowingly you mend up something in me that even I never knew was all tattered." 

Time skip

When he said he'd take me to eat something, I thought it'd be a whole meal. As for my liking, I prefer snacking over filling meals but once I saw our car heading towards a certain family-owned Pizza place. I thought over & over if it was right to eat a pizza at the start of my day hoping it wouldn't give me any sort of stomachache later on. "Don't you think it's still pretty early for that?", I pointed as we stopped outside the restaurant. Dante looked at me with such honesty I felt fear-stricken but genuinely happy at the same time, only for him to say "It's never too early or too late to have an Italian pizza."

He told me to wait inside the car, running across & ahead of the car parking, into the restaurant. Soon he returned with two pizza boxes in his hand. As he sat in the driver's seat, the boxes looked large large ones. Oh, I don't eat much, he will have to eat the rest for it's as if he bought the thing for himself more than me. 

His eyes told me he knew exactly what I thought, "You will eat a lot once you taste it." Come on, I still don't think so. I opened the box to find tomato sauce fadedly sizzling, I pulled out a slice & caught the faintest expression of something close to curiosity & nervousness. Once I gulped it down, a small hum escaped my throat in pure satisfaction. Oh lord, such heavenly ingredients must have been ground in such delicacy & love for one mere pizza slice to taste exotically delicious.  "Told you so", pride reflected Dante's face but I was still indulged in my food, savoring the flavor of it making my tastebuds tingle in rejoicing.  

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Do not hate me for posting randomly tt. I am legit so sorry for delaying the upload. I wasn't sure as to how I should take things further. Thank you for waiting patiently buds.