I slowly open my eyes and squint, to avoid the harsh light striking me. In front of me, sat the two women I love the most in my life.
My sister and Marzia. Marzia? Oh no, I was in the airport, wasn't i?
'I was wondering why you had that weird haircut....that was really bad!'
I looked at Fanny and she nodded at me. 'She knows about the whole...' I whispered in Swedish.
'If that's what you're talking about, Felix, I know. It would have been better if you told me, but the fact that you broke up with her and was also a gentleman about it convinced me that you are the best boyfriend. You're so sweet! And for you to come and pick me up at the airport despite you being out for three days just...moves me. I love you Felix!'
'I love you too, Marzia!'
She reaches in for a hug and I smell her hair while she flips on the bed. Smells like cinnamon. Soft and silky, and brown. I wonder how I would look if I was a brunette. I used to have white hair when I was small and for some reason it changed to dirty blonde, which is blonde, but not quite. I was planning to grow my hair but Carley.... No Felix, time to move on. You have the most precious girlfriend in the world.
i spend the next few minutes listening to her breathe, and taking in all the cinnamon.
We both finally separate because my back hurts from the fall that I must've had. I feel some bandages, and I look at the bedding. I never sleep on white bedding, that's for hospital....oh wait.
I look around me and see other patients looking at us and sighing. They must be jealous. My sister is on the fence, about to cry but not quite there. We both hug, and kiss on the cheeks, just like the good ol' Swedes do. 'You look fabulous!' teases Marzia, and i lift up my blanket, see my bare knees. They made me wear a gown didn't they? That's so embarrassing, especially with two women in front of you.
Just really, I have no words. When she is in the room, any room, time stops, places disappear, I only see her. Her timeless beauty and innocence, that exudes from her.
I love her.
[A/N: Pls don't kill me I am knee deep in the sea of being busy right now and I thought maybe to relieve some stress I'll just write a chappy for this book coz why not! Plus, it's my birthday next week so this is my lil' treat to y'all!!! Bye!]
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A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.
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