All Things Matter.

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March 3rd, Province Of Chieti, 1988.

Afternoon. Sitting on the window with a guitar in my hand. Strumming incoherent sounds and waiting. Impatience for a letter to come through that gate and such.

Roberto was like a brother to me. We would never disappoint each other and we would always come back to each other.

Closing my eyes slightly I suddenly realised how soft-spoken I was compared to others. Jumping to any conclusions it was easy to say that I was the most silent, introverted person in the whole family.

As much as I know I was open when I'm around friends...Yeah. That's it.

I looked down at myself and realised that I wasn't wearing anything other than a set of two matching lace underwear and a bra. With a purple shirt over it with my long leg hanging out of the window admiring the sun.

I closed my eyes and placed down my guitar. I heard 'the buggles' play softly in my room. I tapped to the beat that was until I hear a car honked. I looked down and saw a taxi coming. The old fashion ones back in sixty- five.

I was curious why it came here from such a notice. Then...It hit me.

"Shit," I said buttoning my shirt and wore black shorts. The shirt was buttoned to my chest so it gave a little peek at my bra. They wouldn't mind. I rushed down.

"Elle!" I hear Nico call out. I looked down and saw someone come out. I went to the entrance and waited for the man to come out.

Nico came up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey!" I hear someone shouts. Both of them shout at the same time and hugged the man. He hugs them both awkwardly. He wore these blue ray-bans on his eyes to cover his eyes.

He removes his ray-bans and there his perfect blue eyes lit behind the sunlight. He was wearing the biggest smile.

"Craig! Meet my daughter Eleonora. Eleonora...Craig." Michael said. The boy came out to me. I blushed slightly my heart beating a bit. He puts his hand out and I took it.

He smiles at me, his crooked teeth made me laugh a bit.

"What...Is it the teeth?" He asked. Nico shakes his head and pushed him inside. Michael came up to me and brought me inside carrying me by the legs.

"Papa!" I shout. I laughed loudly and turn to the man at the taxi. He forgot to pay him. I shook my head and went in.

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"How was your trip..." My parents asked. He was so caught up in his glass of water he didn't even hear the question. I smiled and waited upstairs.

"Pardon, sorry...Could you believe it! They wouldn't give me a glass of water in the aeroplane because I'm English? Bollocks." He argued. Michael could relate.

"Well...That's the Italian way of airports." He said. I could say it for myself, wasn't bad. He might be a huge jerk who knows? He had this serious problem of apologising I heard.

I shook my head and went in my dark room. I hit the light switch of the lamp and saw a letter on my desk. Un-opened.

I hear laughter from downstairs.

I closed the door and looked inside. I took the poorly written letter and knew it was made by one of my friends.

"Inviting you to a disco party...Back in sixty-five...Old music...New clothes..." The letter said. I smiled and brought it to my lips. The smell of the burnt wood and air brought my eyes to close and brought it down.

"Oh God." I whispered.