Rose
''No s**t Sherlock.'' I chuckle before sitting properly on the hammock while I see a glimpse of his smile appearing. Then, he walks towards the chair which is placed a few feet away from where I sit, ''I want to know about you... Elia. I think I've seen enough of what you do.''
Elia's eyes darken as he runs his fingers through his dark brown hair—messily making them neat, ''There's honestly nothing to know about me, tesoro.'' He replies, standing up and walking back inside; leaving me outside.
He doesn't want to talk about it. I thought.
I glance one last time at the place he sat before looking back at the city; enjoying the view. The wind blowing and caressing my bare skin, it makes me feel calm. Due to all of the problems that we're facing, it's quite funny how I manage to find
