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She spends her first day in Rome in the airport. She refuses to leave. She has to compel more than one security guard into believing she is not any kind of threat as she stands there and glares at the planes taking off.
All I want is to hop on a damn plane and
go home. But I can’t. Just thinking about getting on a plane it sets me on edge. And it’s
because that condescending, obnoxious, controlling dickhead fucking
compelled me to stay away. I hate him. I’m never forgiving for him for doing this to me.
It is infuriating, no, it’s rage inducing. It’s not
okay. It’s her free will. Her right to choose her own life. To choose
how to live it. And he’s taken that from her. Or at least, a piece of
it. The important piece. The piece that wants to stand by her friends,
the people she loves, Elijah.
He’s set everything up for her and if she were petty and mean she would find somewhere else in Rome to stay and not tell him. Let him worry. But that’s cruel. And she isn’t cruel. Even when she’s angry. She does however spend a week refusing to leave the hotel suites and ignoring his calls.
Eventually she leaves the hotel room.
She goes to the Pantheon and stands there staring. Because she was a girl who played music on the streets and sometimes didn’t have a bed to sleep in and now she’s in Rome.
She thinks, I’m here because of him. I love him. I want to tell him I love him. He should be here. He should be safe too. With me. Living this with me.
She thinks this place has stood for two thousand years. In a thousand we could be standing here. Will it still be here too?
That night is the first time she answers his call. She’s thinking about the way he’d say you don’t have to
, and for the first time she feels some kind of understanding for why he’s done this. She doesn’t talk much, but they listen to each other breath until she falls asleep.
She stumbles upon the Torre Argentina Cat Sanctuary on a rainy Sunday and spends a day surrounded by cats. She wasn’t much of a cat person before and honestly she thought they’d hate her. She’s a vampire, aren’t cats supposed to dislike things like her?
Some avoid her, but most seem to like her just fine. Maybe it’s the gelato she ate earlier. Maybe she smells like cream.
Either way she’d been particularly melancholy earlier and she finds spending the time with the cats soothing. One in particular, a dark grey with soft, sleek fur, and dark eyes, takes a liking to her. He’s a tom cat, and he follows at her heels. He doesn’t like being touched unless he comes to her, butting ahead of the others and demanding her attention. Quietly assuming she’s been waiting for him to deign to give her attention.
The women who work there tell her his name is Cosimo and that he’s fond of her. The name means order, courtesy
, and she laughs. She adopts him in Elijah’s name, which means they send a certain amount of money a month for his care in particular and they’ll keep them updated on how he’s doing. She thinks about Elijah’s face when she tells him and decides she’ll wait until he’s finally there with her. And for the first time thinking about it, about Elijah, doesn’t make her furious.