[January 25. Wednesday. 23:11]
The chilly January night in Florence sent tingling sensations through Arthur’s fingertips and lips, and forced him to hug himself under his coat while holding his phone against his ear. He huffed as he listened to the start of his brother’s ranting, making him constantly pull his phone away from his ear.
“You’re too loud,” he finally replied after mindlessly listening to his brother as he walked along the peaceful streets of Duomo. The festivities in Florence had already calmed down, and it seemed that he was one of the last few tourists walking around the city in such a weather.
His breathing as he huffed created clouds and clouds of vapour that danced under the lights of the yellow tinted streetlamps along the way. He had so little time left before Mika
