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7.18.11
Italian Chocolate
LucyOCRose
globe, skyline, villa
Lucy didn't live in a dreamland. She was realistic and grounded to earth by an anchor she built herself and she had been perfectly happy with where she was until she met him, the boy with the funny accent and the hair like dark chocolate. He shook off the chains that kept her on the ground and flew her around the globe with his words even though sometimes she didn't understand the fast Italian that burst out of him periodically (but that was okay because her heart understood it perfectly). He painted pictures of skylines in her head, of gardens at the back of colorful villas overlooking beautiful blue waters, he took her so far away from her anchor that when she came back to it, it was almost difficult to chain herself to it again.
But it didn't matter, because Rose was right there to take him away, because Rose wasn't chained to anything, because Rose was as free a spirit as he was, because Rose was a dreamer and Lucy knew that in the end, it would be Rose. It would always be Rose.
So Lucy chained herself back to her anchor and added a few more locks for good measure to make it harder for any more pretty boys to take her off the ground again. There would be no more dreams but that was okay because Lucy had her comfortable anchor and that's the only thing she needs, really, to keep her grounded and not flying off to strange new places that had hurt secretly lurking under every pretty rock and in between every shiny crevice.