*three years later*
I stroll down the boardwalk, staring out at the water. A relatively large boat glided on top, almost identical to one I've seen before.
I continue my walk, taking each step with care, and aligning my feet with every stone in the path.
The smell of gelato hovered by my nose, and I couldn't resist. I look up, to find myself standing right in front of the shop. Just as I'm about to ask the cashier for a cone, a small little girl, runs up to me and yanks the bottom of my pant.
I look down and smile. She was beautiful, probably around 3 years old. I wave down at her.
She waves back up at me clutching her little stuffed bunny. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
I order my coconut gelato. The man hand's me the cone, topped with the creamy glistening white delicacy.
I crouch down. "What's your name?" I whisper.
"Lily," she grins, her little baby teeth, shining like stars. Her eyes seem to flutter back and forth between my face and the ice cream in my hand.
"Do you want some?" I ask, holding out my cone of gelato. She looks at me, eye to eye, and looks down at the cone. Her light grayish-blue eyes reflected the bright white of the gelato. She glances around quickly and then nods, grinning ear to ear.
I stand back up, and turn around to the cashier. I ask for an extra cone, and transfer some of the gelato onto the other cone. I squat back down, and hand it to her.
The beautiful smile she gave warmed my heart so much. She took a quick taste test, and her face lit up brighter than the sun. She carefully positioned her cone, and dove in for a baby hug. Then she turned around and ran off behind me. I slowly stand back up.
"Where did you go!" A feminine voice calls.
"We were scared, you silly little bunny! What's this?" Another deeper voice asks. Quite familiar with the accent.
"Hey, sorry I bought that for her without your permission," I laugh awkwardly. "I'm, A-" I begin, as I turn around. The face associated with the deeper voice looks up at me and we both freeze.
My surprise turns into something more emotional that I couldn't describe.
"Aura?"
"Victor."
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To Find Isabel
General Fiction"I have no obligation to take orders from a cheap gangster who kidnapped his enemy's daughter because he's too much of a coward to go face to face." "Watch your mouth," he growls, his grip tightening. "Or what?" I sneered. ••••• In an effort to hold...
