AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, ehm... hi everybody... I've recently been to Venice and thought of this.
It's based on 'Coming down' by Halsey, and it was supposed to be a one shot, not a multichapter, but I've started to write it and well, this happened.
If you like this first chapter (even if it's quite short), you can also check 'You were a cascade of colors on my monochrome palette', which is the other fanfiction I'm writing.
Thanks for reading, hope you like it.
-COMING DOWN-
I found God
I found him in a lover
When her hair falls in her face
And her hands so cold they shake
VENICE, 13th NOVEMBER 2016 (h. 4 pm)
Venice was immersed in a thick blanket of fog.
The rain flayed the high roofs of the houses, and only a few tourists, holding many colorful umbrellas, were walking in the narrow streets of the city.
Sheltered from the downfall, Beca was sitting at the short tables of the Caffé Lavena, drawing the outline of San Marco basilica and slowly sipping a cup of tea.
She tried to catch as many details as she could and copied them all on her sketch pad with patience.
She loved the connection she was able to create with the things she sketched: she felt like she was grasping some important information from the building with no need to ask or read anything about it. It was magical.
She glanced at the magnificent fronton and got lost in its inexpressible beauty.
Then, while lowering her gaze on a japanese couple that was staring at the church in silence, she caught a glimpse of red heading to the bar.
A redhead, who was trying to shelter her head from the raindrops with the hood of her brown coat and her red umbrella, was shivering under the driving rain.
Beca didn't pay much attention to that girl, until she stopped right beside her and stared at her sketch.
The brunette glanced at her, and the redhead curled her lips, pensive.
"I think your stroke is too heavy" she stated.
Beca frowned "That's not just my stroke, it's me"
The redhead lifted her hands in defense "Hey, I didn't mean to disappoint you" she said kindly "My opinion is not relevant."
"It's okay." Beca smiled "I've heard it many times before, but I think people say this cause they don't know me." She replied. "The stroke is the first way an artist uses to express his personality and convey his feelings. Do you draw?" She asked the other girl.
"Sometimes" the redhead answered, taking off her wet hood, and making her red locks fall messily over her shoulders.
Beca bit her bottom lip.
At first, she hadn't noticed how sweet the girl's voice was nor how gorgeous the redhead looked with that chilly air.
But now that she did, she realized how charming that unusual stranger was.
"Can I sit here?" she asked Beca.
The brunette nodded, and the girl sat in front of her.
"I'm Chloe, by the way" she said, smiling and stretching her hand towards the brunette.
"I'm Beca" she replied, shaking the redhead's cold hand "It's nice to meet you"
