Alone |MattyBRaps|

Chapter 35

"I can't believe we're back at Venice, Matt!"

She said looking around us with a big smile on her face. I kept looking at her with a straight face, almost a blank one. I wanted to show, actually, to express my emotions but something held me back. Was it the fact I was at Venice being heartbroken? It could be.

She turned her body to my side as she grabbed both of my hands by my fingers. Her smile was wider than before and her eyes were sparkly, just like that night ages ago, when I talked to her for first time.

"Thank you for bringing me back here!"

She said and soon her arms were wrapped around my torso. My son was watching us. He was smiling at us. I simple smirked at him and I placed my hands on Y/n's waist. The smell of her perfume would always drive me crazy!

She pulled away and she looked into my eyes, her smile was still on her beautiful face. I gave her a light smile and I ran my fingers through her soft hair. Our son interrupted us by shaking shirt. I looked down at him and I placed my hand on his head.

Y/n looked down at him. She let go of me and she gently pulled our son in her hug. She let go of him and they both looked at me.

"Matt, what do we do now?"

"My mother and my father are waiting for us. We should go. Blake, it's time to meet your grandparents!"

I picked up our suitcases. Y/n looked at me and she tried to help me but I didn't let her. The suitcases were too heavy for her! Blake had his little backpack in his back. I smiled at his cuteness as he started jumping around, being so excited.

Y/n was holding her bag and Blake's hand. I stopped paying attention to the people around me and I started looking around while I was walking out of the airport. I had so many stuff to remember from here. From the times I was visiting my Italian relatives when I was a little kid, to that high school trip that changed my whole life and to my honeymoon.

Nothing had changed. Not even a little bit. Everything was perfectly fine, just like the last time I visited that place. The sound of the foreign language, which was also my second mother language, made me feel like I was finally home.

I found myself standing in front of a yellow car. Soon, I realized it was a taxi.

"A santa andrea 22, venezia"

(To Santa Andrea, Venice)

"Entrate, signore!"

(Get inside, sir)

We got inside the taxi after I had placed our suitcases at the back of the car. The driver started the engine and soon the car started moving.

I was looking at the window. I saw so many familiar places and buildings. Memories from my childhood were running around my mind like flashing lights. I was neither happy nor sad. My heart had absolutely no emotion. I