"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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␈˚. ☽ ˚⚠︎︎◦˚.˚◦⚠︎︎˚ ☽ .˚␈
Leonardo
I hit the punching bag that hung in front of me for what felt like the thousandth time, my knuckles bruised and bloody.
She still hasn't woken up yet.
I haven't heard her voice or saw her eyes in two weeks, two fucking weeks.
My punches became sloppy and my breathing heavy, the door to the gym opened showing Ellio with a frown, "You're going to break your hand."
I didn't respond as I started punching the bag again making him sigh, "Leo-"
"Don't fucking call me that," I spat.
Only she can.
"Take a break," Ellio sighed.
Grabbing my water bottle I shoved past him before going to the house.
The elevator music played and I cringed, Isabelle always said how they needed better music, and they do.
The thought of her made my shoulders slump.
We really can't catch a fucking break.
Turning on the shower I sighed looking into the mirror seeing dark circles under my eyes and my skin pale, I've barley been sleeping.
I need to be awake in case something happens to her.
I would sell everything I own to hear her call me fucking Darling right now.
Random pairs of sunglasses are littered throughout the house along with the millions of hair ties she owns, I haven't touched any of them knowing she was the one who put them there.
I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't wake up.
Shrugging on a hoodie I grabbed my keys walking out of the door.
I walked into the cafe that was nearly empty walking to the counter where the worker glanced up unamused before her eye landed on mine.
