We boarded the flight at 9:28 am.
I couldn't help but stare at him as he stared out the window to the clouds we were flying through. Maybe he was daydreaming. Maybe I was too.
But we were both looking at different beauties to our lefts.
We grabbed our matching suitcases off the carousel in Rome. I wanted to go sightseeing, but Harry fell tired after the flight. (it's) been a long day. I nodded my head and hailed a taxi.
We passed the Colosseum on the drive to the hotel. People looked so small walking around the famous ruins. History made what was once so strong, fall apart.
It's funny how something so damaged with time is still so beautiful.
The hotel room was big and bright. There were flowers around the space and a (terrible) wallpaper pressed to one of the walls. Paintings of the landmarks in this city hung from the wall as if to hide the ugly with something beautiful.
But it wasn't real art.
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Two parts in one night just cos I felt like it :) Hope you guys like it so far!
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