"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
I sat there for what felt like hours, but I knew it wasn't. Rain softly fell on me, I would normally shiver at the contact, but because of the circumstances, I'm trying my best not to cry. I don't enjoy crying. It makes me feel dramatic.
But as a few tears fell from my eyes, it made me feel better knowing the sky is crying with me.
I could hear an engine in the distance and someone shouting my name. No matter how much energy I tried to use, I stayed seated. A pair of warm arms engulfed me. My vision was going dark once more, until darkness completely took over.
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Groaning, I sat up. I looked around, recognizing the room instantly. The black and white colors really gave it away. He needs a new color scheme. My nose itched, and I raised my arm to scratch it and came face to face with a light blue cast.
"Leonardo Rossi," I yelled.
The door flew open showing a messy-haired Leo and a serious Oliver, "Why do I have a fucking cast on my arm? Well, obviously it's broken. It was a rhetorical question."
"I'm not sure how you want me to answer then," Leo said, looking at my narrowed eyes with a small smile.
"Keep up that smile and I'll put strawberries in your milk."
"No, you wouldn't."
"True."
Oliver coughed causing both our eyes to switch over to him, "May I ask how you broke your arm?"
"Roller Derby," I blurted.
I don't even know how to rollerskate, but they don't need to know that information about me. I went once for a randoms girls' birthday party in fifth grade. I sprained my wrist and broke two toes.
"How'd you actually break it?"
"It's embarrassing," I stated.
They looked at me waiting for me to continue with the story,"I fell down a flight of stairs. It was dark and I misstepped. I might have also been shoved by a cat, they're very strong when they want to be."
"It's going to be around six weeks until you get the cast removed," Oliver said, spinning the sharpie in his hand.
My eyes lit up, "Sign my cast, this is so cool. I should break bones more often," then my eye went wide, "How much are the medical bills? I have health assurance. I'm not sure if it covers all the expenses though. I can pay some out of pocket."
"Shut up, Oliver is a friend of mine, you don't have to pay him," Leo told me, before poking my arm.
My arm was numb, I felt nothing. Wow. Did he put some illegal drugs into my system, is he even a real doctor? I've seen strippers with better doctor costumes than him.
