Lilas Light.
“You didn’t tell me that Arturo spoke to you before?” Salvatore asks after we walk out of the station and I look back at him. His face bears the aftermath of the assault– his once straight nose is tainted with redness, the bridge displays a chaotic landscape of bruised hues.
“Do I tell you everything about my life? Like I can’t take care of myself. You are the one with a bruised nose.” say, rolling my eyes.
“I let him hit me.” Salvatore says, his sleeves are all rolled up showcasing his tattoos that are stark around his golden skin and Richard hands him a cigarette. The wind blows and Salvatore tries to light the cigar but I pull it from his hands.
I place it on the ground, stomping on it with my feet.
“For god sake, you smoke at least ten times a day!” I yell and he ra
