Luca meets Bella and have a one nightstand. In the morning she disappears and he has no memory of her or the night. Four years later he runs into her…and his twins.
December 2012
Luca:
It's morning. I'm in a strange hotel room. I vaguely remember returning last night after hitting the bar downstairs, but there's something else prickling at the recesses of my mind.
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Four Years Later
I see a figure off in the distance, it sparks something in my mind I don't know what, I don't know this person; do I?
As I draw closer my breath speeds up, my skin prickles and the hairs on my arm stand on end. I grow light headed, you turn around, your eyes grow round and then you try to hide behind your golden brown hair.
"Mommy there..."
Wait you have a kid, who are you, why do you seem so familiar...the kid, why does he look...
I stop in my tracks, I know that face I see it every morning in the mirror.
"Momma..."
I turn my head to this new interruption, there's another one, a little girl...I look at you as the pieces start to fall into place.
It all comes flooding back, that night I wasn't too sure of, that night that has haunted me for nearly four years almost to the day. The dream I've been chasing. But it wasn't a dream, it was real, you are real.
"Who are you?"
December 2012
Luca:
It's morning. I'm in a strange hotel room. I vaguely remember returning last night after hitting the bar downstairs, but there's something else prickling at the recesses of my mind.
***
Four Years Later
I see a figure off in the distance, it sparks something in my mind I don't know what, I don't know this person; do I?
As I draw closer my breath speeds up, my skin prickles and the hairs on my arm stand on end. I grow light headed, you turn around, your eyes grow round and then you try to hide behind your golden brown hair.
"Mommy there..."
Wait you have a kid, who are you, why do you seem so familiar...the kid, why does he look...
I stop in my tracks, I know that face I see it every morning in the mirror.
"Momma..."
I turn my head to this new interruption, there's another one, a little girl...I look at you as the pieces start to fall into place.
It all comes flooding back, that night I wasn't too sure of, that night that has haunted me for nearly four years almost to the day. The dream I've been chasing. But it wasn't a dream, it was real, you are real.
"Who are you?"
