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AFTER Harry's small meltdown, they begin to continue cycling up a secluded country road. Eliana smiles happily as she witnesses the calming and beautiful scenery of Italy that surrounded her. The scorching sun shone down of their skin, darkening their tones the more time that they spent outside in the unbearable heat. "Follow me. I'll show you a spot visitors have never seen. That is, if you have time." She kindly offered, wanting to spend more time with Harry today. Eliana could tell that he was beginning to drop that wall that he had built up and she was very happy to see it, she always knew in her gut that he was a very nice man.
Eliana turns off a small path towards some spring water ponds surrounded by willow trees, it was very beautiful here during the summer time. She gets off the bike when she arrives at the destination, trying hard not to flash her underwear in Harry's direction as she got off. "This is my spot, all mine. I come here to read, I can't begin to tell you the number of books that I've read here." She spoke as she leans her bike against the tree, soon holding her dress underneath her thighs as she goes to take a seat down on the fresh green grass beneath her. She watches Harry approach the water as he kneels down in front of it, placing his large hands underneath the cool liquid before he splashes it up to his face.
"Do you like being alone?" Harry queries, the girl looks up at him as she continues to pluck the green strands out of the ground in between her thighs.
"No one likes being alone. But I've learned how to live with it." She mumbles, turning her gaze away from Harry but his gaze still linger's on her when she wasn't expecting it.
"How are you so wise at such a young age?" He speaks as he begins to dry his face with the end of his shirt, since he had no towel with him.
"I'm not wise at all, I told you I know nothing. I know books and I know how to string words together—but that doesn't mean that I know how to speak about things. Like the things that matter the most to me." Communication had always been a hard thing for Eliana to do, although her words made her seem very smart and intellectual, she struggled with the most simplest thing—explaining your feelings. This was something that she always wanted to be able to do easily but it was a struggle.
"But you're doing it now in a way." Eliana sighs deeply at his words, falling back until she was now leaning her head back onto her hands as she stared up to the blue sky above. "I like the way you say things. Why are you always putting yourself down?" Harry spoke, taking his gaze off the pond in front of him and to the girl whose mindlessly staring at the air above her.
"I don't know. So you won't, I suppose." She shrugs, she always felt judged by Harry in a way. He was so strange and he didn't speak about his feelings either like she did.
"Are you scared of what others think? Or what I think?" She knew her exact answer for that question, she was scared of what he thought of her. She wanted him to like her for the way that she was but she so was so completely and utterly terrified of doing that incase he was to judge her in any way. He wasn't exactly the most kind person when it came to communication.
