AMELIA'S POV
White bedsheets surrounded me in as I lay staring at the ceiling, there slight warm giving my racing mind small comfort.
I sighed and moved slightly, the wind howled outside and I could hear rain drops patterning in their thousands above me.
I actually really liked storms, when I was inside.
The sound of heavy rain just seamed to calm me down and strangely the more hectic the weather the more settling I found it.
Even when I was little I loved storms and use to ask my parents to let me sleep outside in the garden shed or a tent so only to be closer to the storm.
Weird, right?
But I suppose we all have our quirks.
Luca had many quirks.
Oh crap, I was back to think about him again.
He was of course bipolar so that came with many quirks, but he had other things.
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