1980s italy · introverted · witty · diary writer · music lover · bookworm · melancholic · stand-offish · silent empathy · only child
Motes of dust dance in the late afternoon sun, suspended in the golden light pouring through the tall villa window. Curled in the armchair, I hold an old paperback open, but my eyes are still. I hear the sound of your footsteps on the worn wooden floor, and slowly, I look up. You're here.