"You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days."
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Matilda Monroe always dreamed of traveling the world. She decides to leave her life behind and spend the summer in Italy.
Matilda comes across the Sunset Lake winery...
play Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles when you see * Also, I will add comments for the Italian translations :) Enjoy!
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The sunlight pokes through the shade causing my eyes to open. Feeling the warmth of the Italian sun against my skin, I smile. I didn't feel hungover, which I'm thankful for. I don't think I could handle staying in bed all day. My mind is always turned on. Sometimes I wish there was a switch I could flick to shut everything off. If only life was that easy.
My mother used to tell me that life is a gift and I should never take anything for granted. Is watching someone you love get abused really a gift? I used to question how she could be so optimistic while drowning on the inside. Growing up I always observed my mothers every move. I could always tell when something was wrong. It became a sixth sense. The moment my father started to drink, the house turned dark.
Now stepping out of the bed I realize I'm in the same clothes I wore last night. I slip out of my outfit and throw on a pair of gray trousers along with an oversized yellow sweatshirt. The mornings in Italy tend to have a cool breeze. I then slipped on a pair of black flip flops and grabbed my sunglasses. I had no plans to go anywhere today, possibly to the market to get some fruit and other food for Lainey and I. I wasn't dressed to impress anyone.
I head downstairs and grab the set of car keys that were hanging next to the door. "Lainey I'll be back!" I yelled, not knowing if she was home or not.
Walking out the front door, the sun is blinding. I put on my orange tinted sunglasses to cover my eyes. As I walk to the car I hear footsteps coming from next to me. Quickly turning my head, I squint my eyes to focus a bit more and I see Harry picking roses out of the rose bush. Smiling to myself I walk up behind him and tap on his shoulder. He turns around to face me. He wears a white t-shirt tucked into gray dress pants with a blue bandana loosely tied around his neck. He's holding 5 fresh, pink roses that are identical to the ones growing in the rose bush.
"Hi," Harry cheered, he held out his hand that held the roses, "these are for you."
I take the roses from his hand and bring them up to my nose. Inhaling a little I let the floral scent run through my airway. It brings me comfort. He may have picked them from my front garden but it's the thought that counts. A boy never gave me flowers before and here Harry was, giving me roses.
"Thank you. Hand picked huh?" I tease, holding the roses close to my chest.
"Oh yes! The best flowers are hand picked." He played along, causing a giggle to leave my mouth, "Are you busy?"
"I was headed to the market but are you inviting me somewhere?" I asked, hoping he was. Truth is I really wanted to talk to him about last night. I needed to know if he really felt that way or if he was high out of his mind. A part of me wished he didn't remember and another part wanted him to remember. I'm torn.
