There she stood, so innocently, in the living room of the house. It's like she never left, but at the same time, it felt weird in a sense. Everyone was gathered to welcome her back home. Conversations were being made while I sat there quietly, taking in the bellezza who sat across from me. Her smile is so fucking beautiful, and her smile is so infectious. Her laugh was angelic, and her brown eyes were so inviting that I couldn't take my gaze away from them.
She was wearing a full grey outfit, paired with the Air Jordan 1 Mid Light Smoke Grey. She wore little to no make-up, showing her natural glow. I always hated how some girls hid their true beauty with makeup; don't get me wrong, they look just as beautiful with makeup on as when they have no makeup on. When some girls wear make-up, such as Kate, they resemble that one picture that I saw of Christina Aguilera.
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Ali mostly goes for a natural look; it's actually very rare to see her go for a bold look.
"Santiago." I hear dad calling from the kitchen, breaking me out of my train of thought.
"Coming."
"Everything okay, mijo?" My mom asked, searching my face for any sign of emotion.
"Sì mama." I stood up and looked at Izzy, signaling for her to follow.
"I'll be back soon, mama." Izzy said to our mom before following behind.
"So... Enzo, what's up?" Izzy said, sitting on my chair in my room.
"Really?" I look at her in disbelief. "What's up?"
"Fratello, are you doing okay?" I hummed in response. "I know this thing is messed up, but..."
"Which part, Izzy? Which thing is messed up, because everything is messed up in my opinion?" I shouted while my tears threatened to spill.
"ENZO! I will not sit here and let you have a fucking whatever the fuck you just had." My now angered sister rose from her seat.
"You think it's easy for me, for mom, for our niece, and for our nephew? Or for her FUCKING FATHER?! You need to see that you're not the only one hurting Enzo. You're too fucking blinded by your anger to fucking see that you're hurting the people around you. Mama is worried sick, and Santiago, dad, Alex, Jai, Mike, Romeo, Ella, Aurora, papa, and me— YOUR ONLY SISTER is worried for you, but like always, you don't see it." Her eyes are welling up with tears.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" I remain quiet, avoiding my sister's gaze. "Questo è quello che ho pensato. Vaffanculo Lorenzo James." She curses in our father's tongue before leaving, slamming the door shut.
T: That's what I thought. Fuck you Lorenzo James
"Cazzo!" I cursed after hitting the wall.
"Enzo? " A voice came from the other side of the door.
