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It has been a month since Lucia had returned home from Italy and just two weeks into her senior year. Her parents were thrilled to see the three Serra siblings as they missed them all so dearly. Lucia's face was peppered with kisses by her loving mother and father. This affection made her break down and completely unravel in front of them.
Her mother pulled Lucia close to her chest patting her hair down quietly telling her to breath. Lucia's father stood a few feet away crossed arms with thick dark eyebrows knotted in confusion watching the scene unfold. When asked what was wrong Lucia lied and said she was just homesick. Giovanni snickered at her comment earning a death glare from his baby sister.
Lucia couldn't tell her parents the real reason behind her sorrow. She felt as if she was betraying Timothée in someway, almost as if she were tainting his reputation. Even with how everything ended, Lucia still held the boy close to her heart. Her assignment for English class would be due in a week, and she had yet to start it. The pain of how everything ended strained her heart. She couldn't pick up a pencil without staining the paper with salty tears.
What made Lucia's heart break even worse was Annie's constant nagging of wanting to hear all about who Timothée was and what it was like spending the summer with him. Lucia lied, of course, telling her best friend that he was a total stuck up jerk who only cared about himself. Well maybe the last part was true. But still, Lucia believed that being away from Italy her feelings would dissolve and fade away.
If anything her heart yearned for the boy more. She missed hearing his beautiful poetry escape his lips as his fingers raked through her thick brunette hair. Lucia missed seeing his cheeks blush a deep velvet red everytime she would catch him staring at her. It waa the simplicity of just being in one another's presence that she missed the most.
A knock at her door interupted her deep thoughts. "Come in", she weakily said still keeping her gaze on the small little blue jay outside her window.
In walked Andrea with his arms behind his back and an evil smirk playing on the corners of his lips. "Look what I have, a letter from thee Timothée Chalamet himself."
"Andrea!! Give it to me!", Lucia shouts, eyes widening as she runs over to her brother trying to grab it.
"Wait a minute!", he chuckles holding the letter high. "You need to tell me what really happened in Italy first."
"Hell no", Lucia says with attitude laced in her words. She was not messing around.
The two siblings begin to bicker back and forth creating a rukus drawing Gio's attention towards his little sister's room. Gio walks in to see his little sister on Andrea's back clawing at a piece of paper in his hand.
"What the hell are you two doing?", he calls trying to stiffle a laugh.
"Andrea won't give me a letter that is mine", Lucia hisses with fire behind her hazel eyes.
"All she has to do is tell me what actually happened between Timothée and her", he says shrugging her off him.
"That's none of your business!!", she shouts back.
"It is my bus-", Andrea is cut off my Gio ripping the letter from his hand.
The two younger siblings stop their arguing and turn towards the eldest who now held the letter in his hand. "It is only fair that we all read the letter together", Gio mischievously says instantly opening the envelope.
"Giovanni!!! Please no! I will hate you forever", Lucia cries.
Gio ignores his little sisters pleading and begins to read the letter out loud.
Giovanni begins to quietly stop reading the letter as he notices tears streaming down Lucia's face in embarrassment and anger. She wanted more than ever for both of her brothers to fall off the face of the Earth. Lucia wanted them to both disappear into thin air and for her to never see them again. Gio gulps feeling his cheeks warm with guilt. He carefully folds the paper up and hands it to Lucia.
"I hate you", she spits ripping the left from his hand.
Gio opens his mouth to argue but closes it realizing he had over stepped his boundaries. Lucia turns her back to her brothers waiting for them both to leave. Once her brothers are gone she collapses onto her bed screaming straight into her pillow out of frustration. No matter how hard she tried to forget Timothée, something would trigger her to remember their beautiful summer spent together.
Lucia lets out a deep breath not realizing how long she was holding it. She forced herself to get out of bed to move, to do something. Lucia soon found herself sitting at her small desk in front of the window not even remembering how she got there. Her hand had a mind of it's own, finding the paper it took over and she began to write.
Every emotion she was feeling for the last few months came pouring out onto the white paper. Tears streamed down her pink cheeks kissing the paper with all the pain and sorrow she was feeling. Lucia knew she needed to do this. She needs closure for once and for all, to close that chapter of her life.
