Il ballo della vita

Chapter 7. Tears of love or sadness?

Did you just splash me?

Damiano: No.
He said looking away.

I know you did. Do you think you are very funny?

Damiano: I know I am.
He came closer to me and kissed my nose.

Thomas: Lovebirds, stop.

Vic: Guys, we know you are in love, but please get a room.

We don't need that and if we would get a room, we wouldn't do anything.

Damiano: It's true.

Ethan: Fine...

Guys, how about we get tattoos?

Måneskin: Sure!!

Ethan: Babe, are you coming with us?

Abby: Sorry, but no, I'm afraid of needles.

Ethan: Really? Why did you never tell me this?

Abby: I don't know...

Ethan: It's okay, baby.

I'm going inside.
I whispered to Damiano.

Damiano: I'll meet you in my room.
He whispered.

Absolutely.
I went inside, took a shower, wrapped the towel around my body, and walked to Damiano's room.
Can I wear your clothes?
He walked up to me and hugged me from behind.

Damiano: Of course, you don't have to ask.

Can I get dressed now?

Damiano: Oh, yeah, yeah.
I took my boyfriend's clothes and went inside the bathroom to change them.

Damiano: Are you ready? Others are waiting for us.

Yes, let's go.

Damiano: Are you okay?

Yes, why wouldn't I be?

Damiano: You don't look so well.

I'm alright, I promise.

Damiano: Okay, but you can always talk to me.

I know, let's go now.

*At the tattoo parlour*

Artist: Hey, guys.

Må: Hey, Niccolo!!
They hugged.

Artist: Damiano, who is this lovely girl with you?

Damiano: She's my girlfriend, Luciana.

Nice to meet you, Niccolo.

Artist: Damn...

Damiano: Do you know what design you want?

Yeah, I want this one.
I showed him a picture on my phone.

Damiano: It's beautifull and it suits you.

Thanks.

Damiano: You know, just a human's eye can see how beautifull butterflies are, even though they can't see themselves, they live enjoying their time on earth while being beautifull and very pretty just for us.

Aww, it's so beautifull, Dami.

Damiano: You should get them and maybe later I'll get them too.

Really? But they are not your style.

Artist: Guys, come with me.
I laid down on the chair and Niccolo started doing my tattoo.

Aaaa.
My boyfriend grabbed my hand and gently squeezed it.