"Our thoughts are sometimes our greatest enemy."
-Anonymous
*WARNING : *contains a delectable Italian male with God syndrome and a kiss*
Francesca River de Luca
We never know the language we dream in.
No matter how many times you turn the pages of dictionaries. No matter how many languages you master. No matter how deep your vocabulary dives.
Can you ever finish "I love" with anything better than "you"?
You will never ever know, because when has a combination of a few letters been enough.
It's six in the morning, the autumn breeze is almost freezing my bones but I am still sitting by the window, wrapped like a burrito.
And my thoughts are going crazy. Crazy enough for a hot rush to pass through my head.
All his horrendous tortures are still as fresh as rain in my mind.
Be it when he pushed me out of the window because he wanted to see stars with me or when he destroyed my hair just because I loved my new haircut.
How do I let him write the code for my own damnation?
I am not willing to be a dog with a collar.
More like a ring.
"Don't push me in this. Hah! Watch me." I mimicked his tone.
Well, I tried to. Who can mimic his deep and delicious voice.
Besides the point.
What am I going to do! I need a plan. A full proof one at that and I need it fast, super fast. Just four hours left before "he who shall not be named" makes an appearance and drags me to the dementors.
That's so dramatic!!!
"What's life without a little drama?" I negated my thought haughtily and flipped my hair.
"Hey Ri. Thank heavens you're awake. I cannot sleep and it's fucking maddening." Ro burst into my room, bursting my ear drums too
"Ro, tone it down chica. My ears are not ready yet." I whined.
"Oh hush! We have better matters to attend here. Since we are both awake and cherry this fine morning, why don't we figure a way out of the wedlock? I mean that's what the real plan was, right?" Ro said, her voice turning a little nervous at the end.
"Don't worry Ro, we'll be fine. But there a bigger, brighter issue in the room that needs attention right now." I said walking up to her.
"What can be worst than your wedding?" Ro asked confused.
"Well how about Leone taking me for the rings?" I said.
"What the fuck?" she shrieked, blasting my ears yet again.
"Yeah. So we need to find something for this first. I don't want a collar. So think fast please." I almost begged.
After two hours, forty two minutes we are seconds away from plucking all our hairs out.
This is infuriating. I mean, bloody hell.
"Ro...." I trailed off.
"Shut up, Ri. I am thinking. I wish you could fall ill or something." Ro said, frustrated.
A light bulb went off in my head.
"Ro, my love, you are amazing." I hugged her, squealing.
"Okay..." she trailed off.
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Romance"You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting" - Peter Pan Francesca finds herself under a wedlock she can't seem to escape t...
