There was no safer place for me than in his arms.
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Mia
My house was small. But it appeared smaller with Romano's presence. I watched him secretly, trying to see everything through his eyes.
I never felt the need for a big house; too much space would make me lonelier. I saw him come to a stop in front of a plant I had in a bottle, placed at the furthest corner of a bookcase to obscured it from direct sunlight. He looked at it for a long time, like the small plant in there had answers for cancer, sad look on his face.
I wondered what it was about that small plant brought that look on his face. He cleared his throat, tilting his head to my direction until the stare started to make me feel uneasy.
"I find this to be a representation of how you feel," he said, movin
