I started writing this story about a year ago, in Italian, during my sculpture class, sitting inches away from the person that inspired me. From then on I just sort of went with it, I found myself writing from time to time whatever and whenever I could hear Laura screaming at me to tell her story, to add another chapter. It's not finished yet and I am trying to tell her story in both languages so I'm translating whatever I've written in English to Italian and vice-versa. Laura is not a real person, she represents anything and everything anyone and everyone could become. This could be called a love story and fundamentally, it is, but I'd like to think it's a lot more than that, but that's for the readers to decide. That being said, I'd better get started.
She had tears in her eyes and was looking at me with disgust. Our eyes locked and it was like the world disappeared. It was her and me. I was to protect her with every fiber in my being and in that moment I want to cherish and comfort her and hurt whoever did this to her. Then it dawned on me. I did this. I hurt my mate. That thought alone made me want so shrivel in a ball and die. We broke eye contact when she quickly got into her car and drove away. She was my mate. A human. I had to make her love me. I have to make her forgive me. All of the hate for her washed away in that moment, that minute, that second.
Disclaimer- I wrote this book when I was super naive and didn't know that the abuse written about in this book is unacceptable and not to be tolerated. Also, it's pretty bad writing. So just keep that in mind too.