to be loved, to be in love


A long time ago she was the first that made him feel understood, that morning while the sun was rising on the Italian city, memories were more vivid than ever in his mind
“Are you composing a new piece?”
“Yes… I was thinking about you, about us”
“Us?”
“The first time I met you”
Before life put a temporary distance in their roads, they had the opportunity to spend a bit of their youth together. They met at university, both with curious minds, they were inevitably drawn to each other. Maybe it was an accidents, maybe fate or persistence but once in his life he couldn’t let her go. Like magnets they danced around each other. It wasn’t easy at first, he already liked her personality but wasn’t used to any kind of long term relationship, usually people stayed in his life for benefits or because he knew well how to manipulate them. But Bedelia wasn’t like the other, she had her personal trust issues so if Hannibal had no intention to be honest with her she didn’t want him in her life.
“You were already wiser than people of your age”
“And you were good with surprises”
He came back to her and their dance began again. On a date he took her skating, she had never been on ice, he promised to catch her if she would ever fall and they started their journey to build trust.
“Did you ever try again?”
“To go ice skating? No, I didn’t get a chance”
“Remember to save me a dance tonight, Bedelia”
“Just one?”
“And every time you’ll let me steal you from the crowd”
That night they were dancing lost in their own world, when the party became too suffocating and the guests too pretentious, with just a glance he knew what to do, he took her hand and they left. The day wasn’t over so he took her ice skating, just like old times, to remember that his feelings for her were true and had only grown

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