"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
𝗧𝘄𝗼 1/2 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀𝗘𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿
I frowned at myself in the mirror.
Belle sat on our bed watching a movie as I walked out in dress pants and shirt both black.
"You look fancy," she said giving me a warm smile, "I like your hair like that."
I love her.
I shot her a quick smile.
"Where are you going Lee?"
"Out."
I cringed at my answer.
She smiled, "Where to?"
"Just a bar."
"Alone?"
"With Cindy."
That was a lie.
"Just you two?"
"Yes."
She frowned, "I'm not comfortable with that," Belle started, "it's not that I don't trust you but I'm not blind, I see the way she looks at you," she explained, "she's very pretty too. I would just be more comfortable if someone else was-"
I cut her off, "I have to leave."
"Okay, I love you. Call me if you need anything," She smiled softly, her smile making me feel worse than I already did.
I love you too, I answered back in my head.
I nodded, unwillingly walking out of the room.
I stopped turning around hearing her call out my name, "Leo."
I walked back into the room looking at her concerned as she sighed, "I think we should talk."
I sat down across from her, "Yeah?"
"You have to talk to me," she said softly, "what happened?"
"What do you mean," I said, acting like I didn't what she was referring to.
"It's been two weeks and you haven't said I loved you once."
I sat in silence for a moment, "I just-," I paused before talking again, "I don't love you anymore."
"Say that again."
My eyes wouldn't meet hers, not wanting to see the look she was giving me.
