"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
Belle reached out holding my hand as she waited for someone to come in and give it back her anesthesia.
She's getting her wisdom teeth removed.
"If I die tell Kevin and Sara I love them more than you."
"I will," I nodded making her smile at me.
"Have you done this?"
"Yeah."
She grinned at me, "Did you do weird shit?" she paused, "weirder shit."
"James and Ellio said I cried seeing roadkill," I told her, "I don't believe them though."
"Sounds like some shit you would do."
"Fuck off."
"It's okay to be a marshmallow Lee."
"I hate you."
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Belle groaned as she clung into my arm, "They took my teeth."
"I know," I chuckled.
"That's not funny or okay," she said, "kill them."
Um.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Oh Belle you can't call people bitches, oh Belle don't threaten to shave peoples heads as they sleep, oh Belle don't murder me," she ranted, "then what can I do?"
"I don't know."
"Idiota, give me your gun."
A mom passing us in the parking lot as I helped Belle get to the car gave me a concerned look, I ignored her focused on making sure Belle didn't run into a pole.
"No."
Sighing she broke away from me, trying to run making me shake my head going after her cringing as she accidentally hit someone's car and fell.
