Sua Farfalla

I like being as random as Pinterest

Alonzo's POV:

This girl never fails to amaze me. 

Here I was, thinking she'd run for the hills after I told her my story. Thinking that no matter what she said yesterday, she'd have had realized over night that it's insane to just 'be okay with it'.

But then again, here she is, in all the glory of her comfy looking beige trousers and black long sleeved shirt, which is not too tight, but just enough to give me a good look of what I couldn't touch. 

And damn was it a good view.

She brought cards this time and decided she wanted to play a little poker. 

Boy did she suck at it, but not wanting to hurt her feelings, I pretended not to know a thing either.

"You know", her soft angelical voice came out and I felt myself putting all my attention on her, completely forgetting about the game at hand. 

"If I could be a dragon, I'd be a light blue one so that no one would see me when I'm flying through the sky".

Feeling immensely amused for her statement, I felt the need to talk back. 

"You are the most strange thinking person I've ever met. I truly know no one who comes up with the kind of thoughts you do".

Shrugging her shoulders, she stated as if it was the most common thing in the world. "I like being as random as Pinterest. I know my crowd, but always come up with something new just for the fun of it".

Lightly laughing in understanding, I deal the cards once again to start another game.

"That'd also mean no one would see me when I throw fireballs at their asses when they annoy me..." she added.

Now I was full on laughing. 

'This girl's train of thought is incredibly strange', I thought to myself.

"Then I guess being a light blue dragon would have its positive side after all, huh? I think I'll join you in your club". I replied, earning the amazing duo of a chuckle and a smile from my farfalla.

-

It had been a while since we were playing cards, although we weren't really playing anything anymore, just dealing the cards and passing them around randomly.

All of a sudden, I hear her weirdly mumbling to herself. "It's a pity though".

Her mind was clearly on another planet, so I did as usual and tapped her forehead with two of my fingers twice, 'calling her home'.

As soon as she left her daze, she looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to repeat what I had said, which was nothing.

"I didn't say anything farfalla, you did. What do you mean 'it's a pity'?" I questioned her, curious as to where her train of thought had gone to this time.

"Oh", she began awkwardly. "I didn't know I said that out loud... I should really pay more attention to that", she mumbled to herself.

With a slight nod, I signaled her to go on and explain what she meant.

"Well, I mean it's a pity that whole situation with the Santi ruined August the fourteenth for you". 

'What in the name of heaven is she talking about now?', I thought while looking deep into her eyes as if they held the answer.

"Look, it's like a little mechanism I have to bare with life. I like dates having a special meaning, so I always try and remember the day when something good happened". She began her explanation, but I still couldn't see where this was going.

Just as I was about to express my confusion, she continued. "For example, I remember I was adopted by my current foster parents on April the first, so that's a happy day. Not because of them per say, but because then I met my step brother Austin".

Now I'm interested. 

I didn't know she had a brother, but for the look on her face when she said his name, I know there must be something delicate there, so I better not pry.

"So every year on April the first, I remember the fact that I was once happy that same day. No matter what crappy situation I find myself in, I'll always remember how happy I was that day".

Her gaze drifted off into nothingness as a nostalgic look took over her features. 

But returning quickly into reality, she looked at me and said.

"So what I meant was that, it's a pity, because the Santis ruined that day for you. You'll most likely remember them every August the fourteenth and feel bitter about it. 

It's a horrible thing when that happens. If a day is ruined then it really gets impregnated in your mind. It's hard to forget and leave space for new good things", she added sadly.

"You speak as if many of your days have been ruined", I softly said, truly feeling like my heart is falling off my chest for the way she's looking at me.

"Many have yes, but I still hold some good memories... I'm all alone in most of them, but not all". 

I could see it in her eyes. Loss. 

She lost someone, and she's just as shuttered as me.

"Do you want to tell me about it farfalla?" I quietly asked while rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb.

With a very long sigh, she nodded and began. 

"April the first, that's when I was adopted by Gerald and Mandy, and that's when I met my step brother Austin" she spoke sadly.

"He'd been with them for eight months already. He had been all alone with them, just like I am now".

A sob escaped her lips and had me instantly try to get near her, only to be pulled back by the handcuffs.

"I hate this stupid things", I muttered under my breath frustratedly. 

When she heard me, she giggled lightly and stood to move the chair next to mine so that the restraints on my hands wouldn't be as much of a bother anymore.

"The first day I got to that house he instantly became my guardian angel. He wouldn't leave my side and was always trying to make me smile, knowing just how unhappy that 'home' could make me".

As she was speaking, I moved my chair and hers completely so that we'd be side by side, only so that I could wrap my arms around her.

I held her tightly against my chest as she continued her story.

"We became the best of friends... my only friend actually. My everything. He was all I had back then."

I couldn't help but feel jealous over how much love she purred into every word she spoke about him, as if he was an idol to her, an idol that somehow hurt her.

"We went through highs and lows together. In everything, we were one. Until..."

She paused right then and there, signaling it was hard for her to keep on talking about it.

I made her rest her head on my chest and gave her an encouraging look so that she'd know I was here for her.

"He turned eighteen and... I guess he got sick of this place. He took off. He never came back. He left me all alone again... that was two years ago".

Silent tears started slipping down her cheeks and I catch every single one of them. 

I couldn't see her like this, every single tear made me feel like I was drowning.

How could this asshole just leave??

How could he hurt her knowing just how much she needed him?

How could a person do that? Just walk away.

-

Silence consumed us for the resting time we had together, until one thought came to my mind, one thought that would permanently bond us together.

"You know what day I like?", I softly asked against her ear. "June the fourth". I continued with a small smile on my lips.

She suddenly turned her head towards mine and gave me the brightest, most honest smile I've ever seen in my life.

"I really like that day too" she answered while leaning in. 

Our lips were so close I could practically feel the heat emanating from them.

"What kind of counseling is this?", a rough voice said mockingly. "Sign me up right now".

The bear looking guard was standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. 

I'd like to beat that s**t off of him.

"If I'd known counselors would be this easy to get and this hot, I'd gotten myself into jail instead of becoming a guard". He continued.

That's it, I'm done.

"36" I spoke under my breath, earning a weird look from Jenna. 

She decided to drop the matter and lifted herself from our comfortable position.

Before she left though, she gave a soft kiss to my forehead, a gesture so pure and love filled that had me look up at her in awe.

Giving me a last smile, she walked out of the cell room and into the real world.

'It's official, June the fourth is my favorite day' I thought while softly touching the spot she kissed. 

'June the fourth, our first counseling session... the day we met'.