Chapter One: The Sweetest Thing Ever
By E.J.
(Copyrighted 2013) (C)
I know that I sometimes try to make fun of her. But I really don’t mean it. Truly. Honestly, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, and she has made me, a 23 year old Swedish guy, happier than I could ever ask for.
Marzia Bisognin. Still to this day I wonder how I ended up with such a joyous life. But my name, after all, means happy.
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I can hear her slender feet moving about the house, quieter than dawn that rises upon us. No doubt she is setting up for her Marzipans, and I shall set up faithfully for my Bros. I roll out of the bed, letting the covers cascade onto the hardwood flooring of the apartment.
Oh my goodness!
I slipped back into the warmth of the blankets, as the brumal flooring nipped at my feet. “Felix?” Her voice was euphonious and sweeter than the confection she called her followers (fans.)
“How are you today?” Marzia leaned over the doorpost, breaking into a radiant smile. The blue hue of new morning cast over her like a sail, and bathed us both in darkness.
“Not so good.” I held in the temptation to beam. I faked a fatigued yawn, “You didn’t sleep well?” The song of her Italian accent was clear, as well as her uneasiness.
“No. Marzia…. Come over here….”
At my will, she crept closer, partially fearing that I had something contagious, the only part of her feeling undying compassion for my state. “Closer…”
“Feli-“ She started, but she had come too close, and I reached up and kissed her. Her brown eyes thawed with acerb and candied expression, and she pulled away, laughing. “You tricked me!”
“Good morning.” I replied in my convivial approach.
She shook her head, smiling back at me, and kissed me back. It broke away too soon for me, and soon the dainty Italian girl was making her rounds of the day while I had just awoken.
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“Felix!” She laughed from the kitchen, where the lights had just been turned on. “May we take a walk along the port this morning?"
I streamed my hand through my hair, puzzled at her request. Nonetheless, I replied. “Why couldn’t we?”
“I thought you might have a busy day, with all the Youtube. I mean, I would to…” Her voice trailed off as I could hear her waiting for my approval. “Of course, Marzia.
I began to wonder why she had chosen a brittle morning in March for our excursion.
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Pretty simple, short chapter. Please list your thoughts, comments, and vote if you want more!
Thank you,
E.J.
