rabbia, confusione e adolescenza.

memories.

Author's P.O.V.

Isa said with her classic kind and beautiful smile a simple "Hey." when he said her name.

He didn't know what to do now that he was seeing her. With no tears all over her face, not wearing his blue coat... He can almost smell the mud and the weight of the storm that was forming above them.

That smile wasn't familiar, though. He felt like she was completely different from what he remembered. She almost always liked to wear colorful clothes and that suit her personality.

He noticed everything. Everything that didn't look like the same Isa he had in his mind daily. His Isa.

A v-cut, navy blue, long sleeved shirt with black stripes and a necklace around her neck. Wide gray pants, and then black Jordan sneakers with some design on the print that he couldn't see and he didn't want to look like a weirdo staring at her feet. Her backpack was black and he could see earphones falling out of her pocket.

She raised one eyebrow and looked at him, feeling her throat hurting. — What you looking at?

He jumped out of his trance and then licked his lips and looked away, feeling too embarrassed, nervous to be near her and knowing he can't touch her.

— Sorry, I just saw your phones falling out of your pocket. — He said and she just nodded, putting them inside her pocket again and then crossing her arms.

— Okay. Look. — He turned his head to her almost immediately... Are those dark circles around her eyes? — We don't have to do this.

— W-What? — He asked, seemingly not understanding as his eyes wandered her face. She looks... Mesmerizing, actually, he didn't knew she could get any prettier. Oh. Her hair is shorter. Way shorter.

— Pietro. — She snapped a finger in front of his face and he sighed, annoyed by how he was so easily distracted. — I mean, we can not talk to each other. Pretend we never even met. I don't know. If that comforts you.

It doesn't. He says in his mind, but he can't just say it to her, right? He has to speak like his confidence is at his peak and that he's fine with Livia.

— I guess you're right. — He says after a few seconds, not really sounding sure, but she doesn't need more than that. — Livia and I are good, you know. I don't want anything to change that.

Okay, that wasn't necessary. She smiled as if she wanted to cut her throat out, almost as if she couldn't believe his words.

— Everyone knows you guys are doing great. I follow everyone on Instagram. That's... So funny, huh? You never liked social media and then, you're like those couples of influencers. — She laughed in disgust. He noticed how sour she was sounding, but he couldn't blame her.

— We're not- Uh. Yeah, I guess you should be on your own and I should be on mine, since this is not gonna work. — He said in the most dry way he could, even though he didn't feel like that. He felt the need to hug her.

Her warmth was the best feeling on the world.

— ...Right. — Her smile decreased a bit as she looked up at him. Her jaw tensed and she couldn't help but feel the same lump in the throat, and her eyes wanting to make that salty liquid that had become so familiar to her delicate face come out. But she couldn't, no, not in front of him. It's clear he doesn't like her anymore... Maybe he never did, she thought. — ...