𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦: 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛; 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.
In this mystifying tale, Nora Adette Seong finds herself in a strange predicament where she is heavily distraught because of a man that will inevitably cause he...
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THIS pink ensemble that my Nora has on will be my undoing.
Glossy lips, with shiny tresses of brown hair contained in a neat braid down her back. She reminds me of a doe, wide eyed with clarity that cleanses my grimy soul.
Dinner can wait, I can spend my entire night mesmerized by this beauty. Bellissima. I cannot account for how deeply in love I am with her. I desperately wish, I could convey her of my perfect emotions.
Although I have always been sure, my love for her is simply too final. It will never change.
I spot the large bouquet of flowers that I gifted, neatly propped on the counter. It enveloped her kitchen island, the entire apartment smelling like her. Vanilla and fresh flowers.
The scent allowed warmth to trail up my body, the feeling of home overriding my senses. Wherever she is, I am at home.
Nora frowns, scrunching her nose when she couldn't slip her sandals on. "Erm, Gosh this is embarrassing." A tinge of pink tints her slightly round cheeks. Dusted freckles, adorn her empyreal face.
I crouch down, sliding the sandals on. "Oh, you don't need to do that." I send a faint glare, a complete watered down version of my usual demeanor.
"Thank you, Enzo."
I did not like the fact that she didn't call me Lulu. I'd grown accustomed to the endearment. It made me realize how much her words can affect me. I valued her opinions, her perspectives the little quirks that composed Nora.
"Don't call me that."
My little love, facially displays her confusion. "Huh?" I weave my fingers into hers, holding her delicate hand. I felt if I exerted even a tiny squeeze, I'd break her fingers.
"Oh, Lulu?" The hard lines dissipated, as I relaxed. "I thought you would hate the nickname, cause y'know you're the most feared man in the world."
"I could never hate a word that comes out of your mouth. "Ovviamente mi piace dannatamente il nome." My voice is a low rasp.
[Translation: Of course I fucking like the name.]
Nora's face reddens even more. "Okay, Lulu let's go, I'm so hungry." Nora's other hand grips, her phone. It brightens up with a picture of her parents, two friends alongside herself at a beach.
"Hallo Mama? Mir geht's gut... Ich werde morgen mit dir reden, ich bin mit... I'll tell you later. Love you!"
[Translation: Hello | I'm fine | I'll talk to you tomorrow, I'm with...]
