Vienna ~*~ [ DAMON SALVATORE ]

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Italian terms used:

Figlia: daughter
Ti amo: I love you

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     Angel swayed her hips to the music coursing through the room, leaning her head back to reminisce in the times she'd had in her home. Nostalgia was creeping up from her toes, through her spine, and to her head. She smiled at the memories that flooded in, turning and spinning from one side of the room to the other. 

     Her curled hair fell over her shoulder when she looked forward again, and she picked up a picture from her nightstand. It was of her and her grandmother, sitting on the dock that was behind her house. Angel placed the picture in her suitcase, continuing to dance and pack. Eventually, her room looked like it was cleared of all things she had lived with her entire life. 

     "Figlia, are you almost ready?" her mother spoke, Angel turning to her open door ans smiling. 

     "Yes, I am," she said, taking her mother's hands. "I won't forget you, or any of our family. Thank you for understanding that I need to travel the world, see what's there for me. So I can complete my dream." 

     "We understand, Angel," her mother said, placing a hand to her daughter's cheek. "Don't forget to visit us." 

     "I won't," Angel told her with a smile. "I'll be sure to visit on holidays, and when I get lonely. I'll be safe, mama, I promise." Angel smiled again, her arms going around her mothers neck. They stood in the embrace for a while before Angel took a small step away from her mother. "I'll miss you, mama." 

     "I'll miss you too, Angel," she responded, blinking away the tears in her eyes. "I love you." 

     "Ti amo," Angel responded. Her mother smiled, turning and walking out of her room. Angel watched her walk out, then turned to her bags. She picked them up from the ground, then set out for her journey. 

~*~

     The bustling streets of Chicago were no match for a girl from Italy. Especially with no working knowledge of American rudeness or common sense. Well, common sense than any Chicagoan would have. She just wanted to get on a train to go find a place to live, but her luck seemed to be turning around. But her dream wasn't dead yet. 

     Angel finally pushed her way to the front of the customer service line, after having to fight several other people who attempted to cut her in line. She'd gotten the point early on that if you don't tell them off, they'll keep doing it. 

     "Hello, I'd just like one ticket into the city," Angel told the woman with a smile.

     "Well, next train leaves in five minutes. Takes me two minutes to process your request, one minute to print the ticket, and then depending on how fast you move, a minute and a half at least to get to the train. And I just took up the other thirty seconds of that. Next train after that leaves in two hours, so what will it be?" Angel's mouth hung open slightly, but she just nodded once.

     "I'll take my chances. Get me the one for in five minutes," she said. The worker hummed, turning and beginning to print the ticket. Angel waited at the counter for three minutes until she got her ticket. That was when she started to speed walk to her entrance platform. It looked like it was closing, so Angel picked up her walking speed. She saw the doors beginning to closer, and panicked. "Wait! Stop those doors!" As if God had graced her, a hand flew between the doors and they opened again. Angel breathed out a sigh of relief, stepping into the train. She turned to her left and was met with the face of the man who'd held the doors for her. "Thank you very much, sir."