â¬ï¸ What I imagine she looks like.
I went to my room to see so many bags have filled my closet floor. I did not pick up all of this up. I don't think I did anyway. I started rooting through the bags. They got me new pants, tops, hoodies, shorts, skirts, dresses, shoes, boots, coats, bags, and new school supplies a far as I can see anyways there might be more to add to that list. I guess this is what Alessandro meant when he said that they want to spoil me, but I absolutely do not need all of these clothes. I then spotted the black and white bag that I was looking at in gucci it was beautiful but I left it there because I have enough. So either one of them spotted me looking at it or just guessed my style perfectly. Which I doubt as Alessandro is basically a stalker.
There has to be at least 20 to 30 bags here they really expect me to sort all of this. It is going to take me all day. I put on music getting into the headset to do this boring task thinking how I could be in Spain with my two best friends. God I miss them more than anything. I'm delighted that they decided to move here for me I mean I would not survive without them. They are my rocks. My Bonnie and Clyde.
Alessandro pov.
It has been an hour since I spotted Isabella. Where is she hiding? I checked the kitchen first she didn't eat much I thought she would be getting herself some food but she's not here. I hope she starts eating more she hardly does and she's lighter than a new born baby. I know that from carrying her from the jet to the car. Did I give her a house tour yet? I searched everywhere or so I thought as I walked back towards her room I heard something. The blaring music I followed it to her room. I sat on her bed thinking she was in the shower but I spotted a shadow moving in the closet.
The relief of finding her, amidst the carefuly folded piles of clothing, was immense, a tidal wave washing over the frantic worry that had consumed me. Yet, even as I watched her, a quiet intensity movements, a focused absorption in the task at hand, a new kind of unease settled in. It wasnt simply the relief of knowing she was safe, it was the understanding that this meticulous organization, this careful sorting. was more than just tidying. It was a coping mechanism, a way to create order in a world that felt chaotic, a way to escape, to find solace in the familiar comfort of routine. And that realization struck me harder than any fear l'd felt before. This wasn't just about her physical well being it was about her emotional state, her fragile mental landscape.
The unspoken promise, then, wasn't just about protection, about ensuring her safety It was a vow to be more present, more understanding, more attuned to the subtle shifts in her moods, the silent cries for help masked beneath a façade of quiet determination. I had to be better, not just a brother, but a quardian, a confidante, a constant source of unwavering support. The clothes could wait, she couldn't.
I cleared my throat, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Isabella barely flinched, her brow furrowed in concentration as she folded a deicate silk scarf "Hey, I said softly, my voice hesitant. She looked up, her eyes wide and a little startled. "Alessandro," she breathed, a hint of surprise in her voice. "I didn't hear you come in."
A small smile played on the edge of my lips. "Need some help with that mouitain of clothes?" She shook her head, a slight blush rising on her cheeks. "No, it's okay I'm almost done." She stated. I leaned against the doorway watching her for a moment. The tension in her shoulders was noticeable. "We haven't really had a chance to get to know each other." I stated to which she only nodded her head and returning to the task she was at before I walked in.
"Tell you what," I suggested, a playful glint in my eye. "Let's play 20 Questions. It will be a qood way to break the ice." A hesitant smile touched her lips. "Okay," she agreed. "You go first."
"Alright," I said, leaning forward. "What's your favorite color?"
"Definitely blue or green. Em...what do you like to do?"
"I love the gym. How about you?"
"Definitely the gym as well. What do you work on in the gym?"
"Mostly weights. What do you do?"
"Cardio and boxing. What sibling is you favourite?"
"Absolutely you. I mean your not like those monsters who always fight." I wisper the last part quietly.
This went on for an hour untill Isabella finished sorting her clothes. We were sitting watching television on her bed when her phone started ringing. Isabella picked it up an just stared at the screen. Taking a chance I looked at the caller ID to see the name ass wipe. Who is calling her? Why does she have the person saved as ass wipe?
So many unanswered questions but I won't pressure her into telling me I just got her back and I don't want to scare her away. "The fuck does this dip shit want?" She mumbled so quietly I almost didn't hear it. She then turned her phone on silent almost as if she didn't want to talk to them. I wonder what that's about.
I decided to leave her room. I mumbled a quite, "goodnight," just as she was starting to fall asleep even though it's about seven o'clock. But thinking about it,she did have a rough twenty four hours so I don't blame her for being so tired I would be too. I honestly hope she sleeps good as she looked half dead this morning. I need to remember to give her a house tour tomorrow. Why didn't she ask for one before we left?
I quietly tucked her into bed, turned off her light and closed her door not before giving her a kiss on her forehead.
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