Lucie & Matteo | WRU series | Book 2
I have loved and I have lost
Pain touched my skin like a shadow
Wrapped itself around my chest
And slowly nestled itself inside my heart
It's the shadow that knows best
Because I have loved and I have lost
You b...
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The front door of Matteo's house flies open, yet instead of meeting Matteo's gaze, I'm met with rich blue eyes.
"Lucie?" Finnick is hopping around on one leg as he's trying to pull on one of his shoes. With his toothbrush in his mouth, his confused greeting sounds muffled just as the rest of his words. "I don't think August is here." He puts down his foot and removes his toothbrush before turning toward the staircase. "Donovan!" As his bellow rings through the house, I can see a few droplets of toothpaste flying through the air. Not even a second passes before he inhales deeply, preparing to shout Colin's last name again.
"No." I quickly stop him. "No. It's okay. I'm not here for her actually."
His head turns back to me, confusion written all over his morning-hair-and-toothpaste-dripping-from-his-chin demeanor.
"You know the game isn't until 8, right?" I remark to remind him it's only half past four in the afternoon.
He hums in response, disappearing into the living room connected to the open kitchen before reappearing in the hallway, his face clean and his toothbrush gone.
He gives me an easy grin, the one he gives to cameras, interviewers, and fans. It's warm and gentle, inviting like he wants you to feel comfortable around him. He oozes confidence, not the kind that screams he thinks he's better than everyone, but the kind that suggests he sees everyone as a friend. I bet he never has an awkward conversation because as far as I know, he has the skills to strike up a conversation with a goose and have a good time.
"I have a date," he explains as he grabs his other shoe. "Who are you here for?"
"Matteo." I don't miss the flash of surprise mixed with confusion. Before he can jump to a conclusion, I quickly supply him with an explanation. "I'm taking his grandma to the game and she wanted me to bring Nala."
He momentarily stops moving as his whole face lights up like fireworks. "Dannie is coming tonight?"
"You've met her?"
"She's basically family. Before she moved into the nursing home, she hung out here a lot. She'd cook us dinner, clean the house, or water the plants. She even did my laundry. I told her not to, of course, but she's stubborn and who am I to tell her no? How is she doing?"
"She's recovering pretty good. She has her ups and downs but she's good, I think." I know the details of her physical health, her mental one is the one she keeps locked away behind humor, mischief, and smiles.
"I'm glad." His whole demeanor lights up as he says it, showing me how deep the emotion runs within him. He loves her, but to be truly honest, it's hard not to love Dannie.
"I'd love to stay and chat but I have to go, I'm running late. See you tonight, Lucie." He snatches his jacket from the coat rack and runs out the door. "His room is the first on the left," he bellows over his shoulder before he jumps on his bicycle and drives off, waving me goodbye as if we've known each other for years.
