darby eden is a lovely mess of words and thoughts. and isn't italy such a wondrous place to be healed?
"Only those who love feel this frightened hope, and I never wished to succumb to such a grandiose nightmare."
"Per te, mio sole."
"Per te, mie ste...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Chapter 6.
"Wine?" Harry pointed an empty glass towards me. "I don't drink, but thank you." I smiled. His eyebrows spoke of suspicion, which made me break into a giggle.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I was at his place this time, we decided to alternate between each other's houses. I had nearly finished furnishing my apartment however. I was extremely happy about it.
Harry's "temporary" place was just out of the city, but it felt hours away from anything. It was the sweetest secluded cottage, and it had much more space than my small apartment. It was huge actually, with almost all natural light and a pool patio out back. I set my bag down on a couch somewhere and raided the kitchen, finding some plain crackers and a juicebox in the fridge. Harry didn't pour himself any wine after finding out that I wasn't interested, instead he grabbed a juicebox as well.
He led me out to the back patio, it was straight out of my pinterest dreams. Ivies growing up the sides of the house, lights draping across a couple trees. Italian architecture galore, and I adored it. I pulled out my notebook, attempting to write, while Harry strummed lightly on his guitar, sitting across the table from me.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
