𝑬𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 (𝙷𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚡 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

#1 || 𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡

|| Vanya as You

People walking around, some being such in a hurry like afraid of being exiled, some are just enjoying the beautiful view tourists lurking around for their eyes to feed.

This is what you're seeing, expatriated for some reasons, living all by yourself, feeding yourself, cleaning yourself and been traveling alone all across the Europe.

You didn't came to Italy, pilgrimaging hoping something BIG opportunity to come. No. You give up on hoping for such silly appetencies.

One time you did, you waited and waited but nothing came, so you made your own step and expedient whatever you can resolve.

Head turn to the left to the right, that's what you did for hours since arriving in the place, nothing to be rejoice of. You needed a place to live in for a while, to clear your mind.

After all of the things happened,

People being torn apart,

Chaos

Many deaths remained.

Losing the ones you loved.

You have nothing to come back for.

Upon gripping the straps of your backpack and gig bag that you've been holding protecting it the whole time, you give up on your sad or depressive notions. You can't give up that easily by just thinking some doleful things happened to you before you get even become a refugee.

You're not wimp, proving that your father was wrong.

"Such a disgrace for the family to have you!"

Moving on, you wanted to see the things built over the centuries. Things that you see in Internet and pictures before, now you're walking through it.

Maybe this is a dream come true traveling in such a famous place but this is not the situation you want right now, it is not the good thing. You needed to survive so you can go to Paris and have a new life.

A new starting line, all by yourself.

You may say that you're just sixteen years old but still you have the mindset to live and take care of yourself.

Your wit will be your key to success, this is the only one thing you have to survive. You don't care that you're weak, but you have the ability to think to be a strong person.

You believe in yourself that you're gonna survive this.

Exhausted, you slumped down the dusty floor and leaned to the brick wall. Spending hours of finding a place to stay is gonna go to nothing.

Closing your eyes, you're so tired. . .

Opening your eyes were still the same,

Sitting in a pavement with piles of debris,

Building full of holes from bullets, collapsing

The smell of gunpowder and suffocating smoke everywhere.

You looked down at your hands seeing the trail of blood at your hand, another bomb went off and a person with gun started approaching you.

"Hey!"

But before the person could touch you-

"HEY!"

You OPENED your eyes, gasping at the memory. Looking down at your hands, you were fine then to the person woke you up.

A man around in his 20's a smiling swarthy young man with bright green eyes staring down at you.