*Marzia*
It has been a rollercoaster of a year.
I stand in front of the love of my life, and look at his blue eyes. He is seated in front of me on a wooden chair, holding a set of four makeup brushes. he stares at me for a while, equally bewitched, and he shrugs. "Which one is what?" He asks me.
I gesture him to do whatever he wants to my face. He blinks at me and takes the biggest brush, intended for blush. I try my best to keep my mouth shut and not tell him that the brush is meant for blush, as he generously dips it in various shades of eyeshadow. I close my eyes and feel the brush swish against my eyelids. I bite my cheek to prevent myself from laughing. He pulls my eyelids open and we both laugh together. He takes hold of my favorite lipstick and I inwardly freeze in horror. "Now for the rouge..." "what is that supposed to mean?" I scream helplessly. He swipes his thumb on the deep red stick and he comes really close to me.
So close,I get tingles on my spine and butterflies in my stomach.
He proceeds to rub my cheeks violently with his thumbs. I roll my eyes and cross my arms. He looks at me and nods a little, with a smirk on his face. He takes out my compact and dusts my face so much I could see the powder flying. I open my eyes and rub them in irritation. My attention was brought to Felix singing about how beautiful I would look. I smile at him and he leans towards me again.
"He's just gonna put lipstick. No big deal." He slides the lipstick across my lips and tells me to spread it. He then rubs it with his thumb again and he hands me a mirror. I look at myself.
I look like a pinata.
I look like an under-rested plucked chicken.
I look like a clown.
I look like the first fallen apple of summer.
Yet,I smile at Felix and pucker.
"Now, kiss me." I internally scream as the words leave my mouth. Felix switches off the camera and comes towards me again. I stand up and put my hands on his chest and feel his swiftly beating heart. He snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me closer.we are now against each other, with nothing in the way.
No misunderstanding,
no boundaries and
No secrets.
Just us.
We kiss for the final time in 2012. And once we let go, we look at each other.
Felix's hair is longer, and has it parted to the side. He has gained a little weight, and he has a big butt. He has become more cuddly and kind, and is not afraid to pour out whatever is on his mind. He starts laughing at me and tries to say sorry. I wave it away and give him a tight hug.
"Happy 2013, Marzia."
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A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.
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