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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, her guidance wove a thread of life, pulling him from the abyss where destiny had cast him.
❝ who are you to think you can walk a...
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𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄) i hate it here ( taylor swift )
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
𝐋𝐄𝐎
THE NEXT MORNING, I WAS ALREADY ON DECK, at the helm, when Camille surfaced. The first rays of sunlight caught her hair, making it shimmer like a cascade of midnight. She looked beautiful, her eyes still a bit sleepy but sparkling.
But as I watched her, I couldn't shake the shock from last night. I had actually kissed her cheek. It was a quick, impulsive gesture, but it had felt monumental. My heart had been racing ever since, and I couldn't help but worry. What if she didn't really like me? Both times we had almost kissed, something had interrupted us, and I was starting to think maybe it was a sign.
Camille caught my eye and smiled, a warm, genuine smile that made my heart skip a beat. I tried to focus on my steering the ship, but my mind kept drifting back to her. I hoped I hadn't overstepped, that she didn't think less of me for it. But seeing her smile like that, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope.
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city, reflecting off the water and the ancient buildings that lined the canals. As we approached the busy wharf, I could see gondolas and other boats weaving through the waterways, their pilots expertly maneuvering through the traffic. I tightened my grip on the wheel, my eyes scanning for an open spot. The wharf was alive with activity—vendors shouting, tourists snapping photos, and locals going about their day. With a few precise adjustments, I guided the ship towards an empty berth, the Argo II gliding smoothly into place.
On one side stretched a shipping channel about half a kilometre wide. On the other spread the city of Venice–red-tiled roofs, metal church domes, steepled towers and sun-bleached buildings in all the colours of Valentine candy hearts–red, white, ochre, pink and orange.
Everywhere there were statues of lions–on top of pedestals, over doorways, on the porticoes of the largest buildings. There were so many, I figured the lion must be the city's mascot.
Where streets should have been, green canals etched their way through the neighbourhoods, each one jammed with motorboats. Along the docks, the sidewalks were mobbed with tourists shopping at the T-shirt kiosks, overflowing from stores, and lounging across acres of outdoor café tables, like pods of sea lions. I had thought Rome was full of tourists. This place was insane.
"Um..." I heard Camille say from the starboard railing. "Guys, look."
"What are they?" Hazel asked as Frank surfaced on the deck.
