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                                                                    Epilogue

 

The sun was streaming through the windows as I slowly started to drift into consciousness. I squeezed my eyes shut at the brightness of it, moaning as I rolled over and buried my face into the pillows. I felt sweaty and sticky all over because of the humidity in the room last night. Even though I was only wearing panties and a tank top, I was still uncomfortably hot. Luckily I’d been drunk when I fell into bed last night; otherwise I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t have been able to get to sleep because the air con in the room was broken. The balcony doors were open where I was trying to let out some of the stuffiness and let in some of the fresh morning air, but nothing really helped. This place was a dive and not somewhere where I pictured staying more than a couple of nights. We were only staying here one more night before moving on to Venice tomorrow. 

I huffed out a big breath and pushed myself up, already hearing the sounds of the shower running which explained the empty bed and the lack of soft snoring in my ear. My mouth felt a little fuzzy because of the alcohol I’d ingested last night - damn these Italian bars and their happy hour shots! My head wasn’t hurting though which I was seriously grateful for. When my feet touched the cool tiles of the floor and closed my eyes and sighed before grabbing the bottle of water from the side and forcing myself to get out of the bed and start the day.

My gaze settled on the open doors and the little balcony with the white plastic chairs that were set out there. Needing fresh air I stalked out there taking in lungful’s of it, trying to stave off the hangover that was fighting to take over. Closing my eyes I basked in the sun’s rays as instantly started warming my skin. Even though the hotel we booked was cheap and nasty, I really liked this city so it wasn’t my idea to leave yet, but I guess I had to go with it and move on to somewhere else. Maybe I’d get to come back here one day. I opened my eyes and leant on the metal rails, squinting and looking over Florence as it started to wake up and get a little busier.

I smiled as I watched a boat row up the river and a lady hung out her washing on the line, shouting at her kids in Italian. Florence was much nicer than Rome in my opinion; it was calmer, more chilled and not as busy. Suddenly the smell of coffee wafted over from one of the quaint little cafés that were hidden in the back streets. My mouth was instantly watering at the thought of tall latte with extra foam. The water that I’d already chugged wasn’t really relieving my thirst, so I decided I’d just nip out and get one. I headed back into the room, still hearing sounds of the shower as I threw on a pair of denim shorts and a pink fitted t-shirt. I scribbled a note that I was down in the square and left it on the bedside unit as I grabbed my purse and left the room on a coffee hunt.

The last three weeks of travelling had made me a little grungy. I didn’t think twice about the fact that I hadn’t showered or brushed my teeth yet; I’d just do it later on when I went back to the room. No one would know anyway so why should I care? If my mom could see me now, she’d probably have a heart attack. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun, securing it with the band that I had wrapped around my wrist next to the bracelet that Jamie had given me for my birthday.

I weaved the familiar path to get to my desired destination, the Piazza della Signoria. The square was fairly busy even though a quick glance at the clock on the expansive building told me it wasn’t even ten a.m. I smiled to myself and walked across the huge square, letting my eyes rake over the statues that they had dotted around. I stopped next to the copy of Michelangelo’s David and cocked my head to the side as my eyes wandered over it. I had seen this lots of times already because we’d come to this square everyday of the last week for coffee, but still, the beauty of this statue never ceased to amaze me.

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Sean Farisas Jamie
Ashley simpsonas Ellie
Sean Beanas Brett
Hayden Christensenas Mark
Marcia Crossas Ruth (Ellie's mum)
Jason Batemanas Michael (Ellie's dad)
Dave Annableas Ray
Trey Songzas Dodger
Ryan Phillippeas Terry

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