Isn't it funny on how in one second your life can change in an instant? It seems unfair on how the world just says, 'I'm sorry but I have to do this now.'

I always believed in a God. A Christian God growing up. You know, the one who takes care of us and gave us purpose etc etc. I'm sure you've heard it all before. But sometimes, your views just change.

Sometimes you think, why am I so vulnerable? Why am I so alone? Why is there no fairness in the world? Why is there no God helping me now?

Finally! Shade! Jeez, I never knew it could get this hot in Europe, but then I do live in good ole England. My mum has forced us to go to this beautiful and scenic town called Volterra.

The cathedral and the streets... Everything is just so beautiful! My parents were having their 'alone' time today. My brother; well who gives a damn where he goes.

Armed with my sunglasses and camera I'm ready to explore. I walked out of the tiny hotel we were staying. My sandals curved into the new curves of the road. The smooth bricks laid down smoothened by the people that have walked in the past.

The sun was glaring in my eyes and looking up I saw the water fountain with several children running around. A few adults sitting down and eating their lunch. I went to the tiny cafe down by the side of the plaza.

It was a quaint little thing. Mismatched seats filled the small space making it feel homely. Opening the door I could smell the freshly baked goods and the strong smell of coffee. It woke up my senses. I smiled and headed to the front where little gems of cakes and pastries laid displayed under its protective cages, tempting and screaming at my appetite.

"Ciao!" Said the lady behind the counter.

She reminded me of my grandmother; short and sweet but behind the face can protect you from everything that can harm you.

"Ciao! I'm sorry I can't speak Italian..." I said instantly grimacing. I love learning languages and personally found it incredibly rude to not learn a language or at least attempt to speak to people in their native tongue. Italian was just one of those languages I have missed over my learning.

"No, no it's fine darling! What would you like?" She instantly replied seeing my expression. She was giving myself an encouraging smile. Although an accent came out it was obvious that she had enough knowledge of English. I nodded and smiled and pointed to the small, delicate fruit tarts and held three fingers up.

"And just coffee please" I smiled.

She nodded shouted at the girl behind her and grabbed three tarts for me. She handed me the tarts in a small box and my coffee. I smiled and gave her the money making my way out of the cafe.

I looked around again, with my coffee in my hand. I placed my little snacks in my little brown bag slung across my shoulder. I placed my sunglasses at the bridge of my nose and casually placed my hair in a pony tail, laying my cup of coffee on one the metal tables of the cafe outside.

The heat was beating and warmed up my skin. I can feel it lightly scorching the skin of my face and I smiled. I decided to keep walking around. I passed little shops selling precious little trinkets and jewellery which grabbed my eyes.

Looking around again I saw a glimpse of green at the corner of my eye. Deciding to investigate, my mind bought my legs to a vast park. Trees were scattered at the end with paths leading elsewhere.

There were a few people just casually walking their dogs and laying underneath a tree. I decided to continue my little travels choosing a path and finding out for where it leads to.

The trees were more dense than I thought. It wasn't so dense that I was covered in darkness at one point however, I initially thought that it was only a few metres of trees. It led to an open clearing right beside the castle.

I looked up to the windows of the castle, on had a view of what looked like an old library. There was a bookshelf in view, on it laid old books. I jumped out my skin when a figure popped out of the shadows of the window.

A boy. A man. White blonde hair falling heavily down to his shoulders. He stared at me with no expression on his face. He removed his attention on me, grabbing something behind him. A book. He sat back down on the ledge of the window and started reading the book. I stared for a little more then I looked around the clearing again.

There was a perfect spot at the side of the clearing. An old tree. It was tall and branched out early on. It had a perfect spot at the middle where the tree splits into its branches. Perfect. I situated myself in the little space.

I sat leaning my back on one of the branching trunks and placed my feet on the other. My head was supported by one of the little grooves of the tree. I took my bag and took the bag of tarts outside of the bag and my book.

It was a perfect spot. The wind was dancing around me, the light playing hide and seek above me. It was perfect. I ate one of the tiny little tarts and started reading the book.

Everything. The same thing everyday. Train. Meetings. Write. Train. Meeting. Write. I'm sick of this monotonous lifestyle my brothers and I held. My footsteps echoed on the unforgiving stone that surrounded me heading to my office.

My little sanctuary. The bookshelf towered over me filled with knowledge. This may be my sanctuary, my place of peace but I cannot help feeling trapped in here.

As if the this wealth of knowledge that surrounded me, once pleased me is actually holding me back. I sat in my usual place overlooking the clearing. A girl stood looking up to the building.

I have never seen her before but that's not a surprise. I do not leave the castle walls often. She looked like a tourist. A foreigner, she dressed differently to the other girls in the town. The usual jeans and a T-shirt or maybe a dress once in awhile is the usual. No. This girl was different.

Thought came into what she was wearing. Shorts which went up to her delicate waist and ended mid thigh, which hugged her body enough to give her shape but still gave her the freedom to move and feel comfortable.

Sunglasses laid on the bridge of a small nose, her lips pink which looked like she has bitten to achieve this colour. Her hair hung high on a pony tail ending in between her waist and her shoulders. She was different. Fascinating... I grabbed my book from behind me and started reading.

From the corner of my eye I could feel her shaking her thoughts out and stared around the clearing. She found my spot. She laid herself in between the tiny space where the branches parted. She took out her book and started reading. I decided to follow suit.