"It's not what's under the Christmas tree that matters but who's around it."~ Charlie Brown"Merry Christmas" I cheer entering the kitchen making everyone present their chuckle at me.I hear them greet back with the same enthusiasm, I love love love christmas!I didn't even realise that it was nearing, a few nights ago I felt the sudden shift in the weather making me curious.I inquired the month finding out that it was DECEMBER! I was always prepared ahead for this month back home but since I arrived here I haven't checked the date in a long time.I didn't got to know sooner because it also doesn't snowfall here. Christine told me that the northern side of Italy is where it snows while the southern side where we reside is moderate during winter.I was also surprised to find out that it's been 2 whole months si

"We ignore truths for temporary happiness."~Unknown The sound of gunshots slowly died down while I sobbed sitting on the floor. I felt distraught, confused but most of all scared.The reality of me being all alone struck me like a thunderous lightning, their was no one who I could call mine or run to crying my heart out.Alessandro was someone I thought was mine forever but after this encounter I am doubting it.For the first time I can't keep strong, for the first time since I came here I am unable to keep the promise that I made to myself on my wedding day. I promised myself that I will be strong.I was always strong from the beginning but right now I don't know what to fight for? I don't know what the truth is? I just feel tired and confused.I wipe my tears harshly by the back

"To young hearts, Keep beating, Keep breaking, Keep falling in love."~Unknown I was pulled out of the secret room, my mind running with all sorts of questions. The wall closed infront of me sliding back to it's original place.That's when I realised the situation in hand, Alessandro's mom was alive and someone dragged me out of the room.I quickly turned around to face the one who had a grip of my upper arm."Christine?" I frown as I take in her pale face, she was panting heavily as if she was out of breathe. Her face was a sickly pale and she was about to faint any minute.On que her knees buckled but I was quick to hold her before her body collided with the floor."Christine!" I shreiked patting her cheek softly.♥♥♥♥♥

"All my better days are the ones spent with you"~Perry Poetry I have always considered myself as a moon child, but what exactly does a moon child mean?I have never actually referred to any realiable source to look through the exact meaning of that word.I remember hearing the word somewhere and instantly falling in love with it.In my head I came with my own meaning, the meaning of 'moon child' for me is 'someone who loves gazing at the moon for countless hours, someone who feels a deep connection with the moon.'I guess I will never know if the meaning is valid, not until I feel less lazy enough to finally look for the meaning, until then I'll pass by my own meaning.Since my childhood the moon has always been my favourite part of the night. The reason, well I have always chased

"I have late night conversations with the moon, he tells me about the sun and I tell him about you"~S.L.GrayMature Content Ahead:'I hope he drowns.' I mumble angrily while covering myself with the soft duvet.I returned back to my room few minutes ago, I just changed my dress discarding it on the floor not bothering to pick it up. I cleaned my face free of makeup and made a beeline to my only true companion.My bed.My anger has subsided down a bit making the sleep kick in, I keep mumbling while huffing and puffing in between.Soon I feel my eyes getting droopy, I slip in half sleep when I sense the bed dip from the other side. I am too deep in my sleep to think about it.The next thing I know I am pulled out of my bed. I instantly let out a scream which is cu