*Felix*
The jetlag is doing my head in, but i didn't care. The girl that i love is standing in front of me; even though she doesn't look very happy about it. "What do you want and why have you come here?" she looks at me straight in the eye, unafraid. "I'm here to apologize. And probably, take you back." I coolly say. Marzia rolls her eyes. "Why, didn't find some budget girlfriend to spend less money over?" she stings and i wince. "I didn't bother to search. I knew who i loved anyway." I reply, smiling over her cold stares. "Who is she? One of those people who took most of your time every day?" she scolds. A fairly tall man appears out of nowhere and asks Marzia what the problem is. Marzia dismisses him and he cowers into the corner. She stares back at me, hands on her hips.
"You look pretty today, Marzia." I complement. The corners of her mouth turn into a smile and she covers her mouth to hide it. "Answer my question." she reiterates. "You." I answer. She bites her trembling lips and clenches her fist lightly. "Then why did it take you two weeks for you to come here, and how did you get to know that i work here?"
I tap on the glass counter and put a hand into the pocket of my jeans. I take out a piece of paper that has been folded and unfolded into various shapes. Marzia peers at it and i show it to her. "I knew where you lived, so i went there. Your parents stopped me at the doorstep so i serenaded them with this. "
Marzia reads the handwritten piece of paper word by word and her eyes brim with tears, with a smile on her face.
*Marzia*
I snatch the piece of paper from Felix. I feel so done with him, yet the fact that he still loves me and didn't have his eyes on anybody else ignited a little fire inside my heart. A fire that has been extinguished for two weeks. I read the letter, which is written in Italian. I smile lightly. The way Felix must have spoken Italian to my parents would have been entertaining to watch.
"Cara madre e padre.
Ho realizzato ciò che ho detto e mi sento veramente male. Mi rendo conto quanto ho fatto male e non mi dispiacerò mai quel giorno. Per due settimane non sono mai uscito dalla casa. Ho cercato di cucinare, ma niente era vicino a lei. Mi sono sentita terribile, cercando di dormire da sola ha portato a notti insonni. Non ho rasato per giorni o ho risposto al telefono. Ho smesso di guardare il porno e stavo pensando alla mia nuova vita, solo in casa mia. E mi sono sentita molto sola senza di lei. Ho voluto portare un cambiamento in me stesso prima di venire qui, quindi mi scuso per il ritardo. La mancai tanto e mi prometto che lo farò in qualunque modo posso. Solo per mostrare quanto significava a me, ho imparato a parlare in italiano solo per capire quanto significasse a me. La voglio indietro, ma so quanto ti valuta. Quindi, se dici no, andrò via. "
[Dear mother and father.
I have realized what i have said and i feel really bad about it. I realize how much i has hurt her and i will never regret that day. For two weeks, i have never stepped out of the house. I tried to cook, but nothing came close to hers. I felt terrible; trying to sleep on my own resulted in sleepless nights. I haven't shaven for days or answered the phone. I quit watching porn and was thinking about my new life, alone in my house. And i felt very lonely without her. I wanted to bring around a change in myself before i came here, so i apologize for the delay. I missed her so much and i promise that i will make it up to her in any way i can. Just to show how much she means to me, i learnt how to speak Italian just so that you can understand how much she means to me. I want her back, but i know how much she values you. So, if you say no, I'll walk away. ]
"And what did they say?" i look at him with blurry eyes. "Marzia, don't cry..." Felix coos in the soft voice i have missed for two lonely weeks.
"What did they say?" I repeated my question and placed both my hands on the table.
"What do you think? I came here straight away without asking anyone for directions!"
Felix offers his hand for me to hold, and i look at it tentatively.
"Perdonami." he says, his blue eyes fixated on mine. I hold it; skip over the counter and into his comforting arms. He pulls me in, and holds me close, not wanting to let me go. He rubs circles into my neck and a few minutes later, i feel my neck becoming wet.
"Felix..." I complain.
"I worked so hard to bring about a change in myself, to show you that i still love you. I didn't do anything else for two whole weeks, Marzia. It was the longest time I've ever thought about you. It was during those pointless days and sleepless nights when i realized i couldn't do without you. And now seeing that all of that is worth it, makes me feel... makes me feel..."
I cut him off with a much needed kiss. We feel ourselves melt into each other. I get the same feeling of butterflies that i had in my stomach during our first date, when we barely knew how to interact with each other. It feels like yesterday that i had enough of him. Today, i don't want to let him go.
We finally part and look at each other. I endearingly look at his face. He looks frail and he definitely wasn't lying when he said that he didn't shave. Felix shakes his head and wipes his tears off my face. Samuel makes a correctly timed entrance as if the whole thing was scripted in a theatre play. "Hello, gentleman!" Samuel gives him a hesitant smile. "Tell your manager she's resigning from her job....now."
I look at Felix, amused.
"Now come on, Marzia, because we have a plane to catch."
"We don't have a manager." I titter as i hold Felix's warm hand and walk along on the way home.
OUR HOME.
[OMG YOU GUYS A SUITCASE IS OVER I can't believe it either like omg.... dw I'll be writing an epilogue and I'll talk more about this book. but it's over i can't believe it. thank you so much for coming with me on this journey. and thank you so much for 3.62K reads! that's a really big number for me! and thank you for all the positive votes and the feedback. that is very well appreciated. and the biggest thanks to Anna, my best friend. we have been long distance best friends who have been corresponding via Whatsapp and snap chat so now you know where i got the idea from. okay as always, it's gonna be midnight bye!!! love you all]
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